october
It’s 8am on Sunday morning on the first day of October and it feels like the first day of the rest of my life.
The air has a crisp chill to it finally, Sunset blvd. is quiet and still, and my coffee is extra hot as I wrap my hands around it.
It’s October and it’s fall and everything is promising.
The summer blues are leaving my body, being replaced by a sudden surge of energy and excitement. My head is swims with pictures and stories and projects and conversations. I want to tell people I love them, I want to put on thick sweaters and sleep in.
Slow mornings, new perspectives, slow thoughts, new relationships.
October I love you already.