Tales From A Walk: October 23rd

I went for another walk tonight.

The sky was so gray and gloomy, it was absolutely perfect. These are the moments I live for, the moments I have to soak up before they're all gone.

As I walked, I felt fully immersed in the October atmosphere. Once again as if I were in a movie or Halloween special. It's one of those evenings where you can just feel it.

But there is such a strange melancholy to this, the final countdown to Halloween.

October, for me, is life in its truest form. The time everyone and everything stops hiding. Decorations and costumes are more like windows to the soul. What you dress up as, how you decorate...it all feels like a reflection of what's just beyond the surface. The parts of us we hide, but wish we didn't have to.

It's strange how fleeting it is.

I walk tonight, and it feels like a celebration, but also a painful goodbye.

I look around at all of the decorations I see, and know they won't be here soon. Some of them will disappear immediately after October 31st passes.

The world will no longer be a place I recognize. Will no longer feel like home.

It is both the happiest of celebrations, and the saddest.

It's strange to love something so much, to anticipate it so heavily, but also almost dread its arrival.

Once it comes, it's gone.

These decorations, the leaves, the feeling in the air...soon it will all just be a memory.

These are the most exciting, but also the saddest, days of the best month of the year.

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