What October Means To Me

What October Means to Me

October is gray skies and early afternoons. Walls of fog that roll past my window early in the morning. Walking outside in the early evening and looking at the different colors of leaves on the trees, the scattered red and orange leaves that mark driveways and sidewalks. Seeing scarecrows and pumpkins out on porches that grin at me when I pass them by. Driving out to the pumpkin patch for apple cider donuts and a hayride that leads to golden apples that grow on trees and pumpkins looking for a new home. It means coming home after school to a Halloween movie marathon when the house smells like pumpkin bread and cinnamon and all things safe. Lighting an orange candle that smells like apple pie and drinking hot cbocolate as I sit on the couch wearing my favorite sweater. It means that smell in the air that drifts through my open windows that smells crisp and how autumn should smell. Listening to Bon Iver on my record player as the rain falls softly outside and journaling and making collages. Drinking endless cups of tea and watching Hocus Pocus nearly every night. Rereading my favorite books about vampires and werewolves and witches. It means feeling contented and happy and hopeful that my favorite month and my favorite season have officially arrived.