Hello, October. When did you get here? How did you arrive so quickly? I’m happy you’re here with your crispness and cool air. I’m thrilled I can wear sweaters and jackets now, be comfortable after showering. But your arrival is…tainted.
You being here reminds me of all I need to get done, of looming deadlines, of words to be written (and not for fun). Your coming so fast has surprised me, taken me off guard, rattled my cage. I wasn’t quite ready for you, but you descended anyway. Without my consent.
I needed to prepare for your arrival, but now you’re…here. I feel somewhat trapped and enveloped by you. I know I can’t make you leave. Yet, I love you. You are the first real month of my favorite season. And that season is so fleeting that I often beg for it it stay. But, I really wasn’t ready.