In a World of Octobers

There are times in life, where everything feels just right… you know? When you cannot believe that it is all really so beautiful. Or that you, for some reason, get to live this life. I think if we ever feel this, we should stop what we’re doing… pause… breathe in… and soak it up for a bit. I feel this a lot… Because I’m a deep feeler… And I do a lot of thinking. For me, those times, those type of moments where I focus on the fact that the parts of my life that I find challenging are pretty small in the way of challenges, have followed the births of children. And have also appeared when spending time with family. Or sitting amongst my fave friends. And at Christmas, I definitely find that I feel deeper at the Holidays. There are many times, sometimes even in the most simple of moments, where I actually stop, and catch myself from flitting from one moment to the next and say… this really is a wonderful life. But my very favorite month… the time when that justcan’tgetenoughness lingers, is always October. If I could live in a world of Octobers… oh, wouldn’t that be something…

In a world of Octobers…
The air would always smell of the perfect mix between campfires, sunset, tailgating, and freshly turned leaves. Where it feels like breathing in actually, somehow, fills up your soul.

In a world of Octobers…

Each sunrise would always reveal purpled and pinked brush-strokes feathering the sky. And each new day would always arrive with a new most beautiful sky you’ve ever seen. A daily reminder that even if things go awry, something beautiful already exists in this day.

In a world of Octobers…
Your children would always sleep in and everyone would wake up rested because the most incredible sunrises take time to rise and form. And so the October morning dawn simmers longer before breaking into the sky and peeking through the curtains of your little one’s world beckoning them to open their eyelids and take on the day.

In a world of Octobers…

The mornings would always feel just the right place of chilly. Where your hand begs for a mug of cozy. And anything comfy is the perfect, easy answer to what to wear. And it feels like crisp is the best weather forecast in existence.

In a world of Octobers…
The surroundings… the trees, the smells, the sounds, the breeze… would all remind you daily, that there may be nothing as stunning as what can be found right in front of you. A gentle, whispering reminder to look up.

In a world of Octobers…
You would ride with the windows down, listening to Norah Jones, and Jack Johnson, and Mumford and Sons, and Patty Griffin, and the sun’s rays would be the perfect amount of warmth. And you would smile all day about nothing at all… but about everything at the same time.

In a world of Octobers…

Every weekend would be dog-eared for football watching, appetizer-eating, and pumpkin-hunting. And though your house would be filled with autumn from divinely crafted scents, you’d find a centrifugal force nagging at you to be outdoors. Where the trees are having their moment.

In a world of Octobers…

You’d even find yourself in wonderment over the moon. The full moon in the October night sky. The moon that for some reason, you forget about 342 days of the year. But appears to be more magnificent than most things, in October.

In a world of Octobers…

Each day would be filled with the simplest of sweet feelings. And you’d constantly feel as though you’re snuggling a sleeping baby. Or having coffee with your best friend. Or watching children swing into the sun with their mouths wide open and their eyes clinched tight. Or playing in the leaves with a giggly, squiggly child. Or watching the sunset with your favorite person. And sipping on a pumpkin ale.

And when you sink your head into your pillow every night you’d think, October is everything I love.