Oktober

"All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travelers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken." - Thomas Wolfe

I love October; perhaps just as much as I can say that I love winter. I love the feel of the weather not too extreme, not just yet. I love the leaves falling, the taste of the air, the slow and steady time change. October has been upon us and perhaps I am a bit late to actually come out and say all this, it's possible that the reminder was set in motion after drinking some Oktoberfest beer of any brand. Though this month stands out to me, it's like a silver coin left in a pile of gold, the true needle in the haystack.

Funny that I should mention any of this at so late of a time. I want pie; something sweet and savory, perhaps apple or cherry, perhaps something home made: always the best. I want fall beers stocked in my fridge as I lay watching reruns of "The Adams Family" with my son.

It's strange but this month has never meant so much to me until recent, or rather I may just be appreciating my time more; my days, my months, my years. In the wake of my own destruction, I've discovered a strange amount of my living that I had never realized. As curious as it seems I continue to maintain, I move forward just like the seasons ever changing. Ever so romantic..

Romantic because that's something every gentleman should strive to be. Though not in the strange and intrepid classical sense of sweeping someone off their feet but something of mystery; like a handsome young man at the bar, confined by his confidence and talented in heart and soul, he sits and doesn't bother anyone, though everyone continuously wonders about him, about his past, present, and future.

"Ziggy zaggy ziggy zaggy oi oi oi!" - Ryan D.