I am so glad to be living in the world where there are Octobers.
When we were children, the beginning of the fall meant a new start. A fresh start. Clean cut. School begins and we are there making the same promises and resolutions. It meant, seeing friends, favorite teachers and not so favorite. It meant, we were a year older, a year more important, a year closer. We were so excited.
But now, now is the end of something, summer? Going back to the routine, melancholy, grey, cold mornings, work, lonely evenings and boredom. Winter- nothing to look forward to. Collecting summer regrets, reflecting, going back, always analyzing. Too much time.
I love it! Boots, my favorite boots that are made for walking are feeling that wet ground beneath my feet again. I can be myself again, striped of the summer enthusiasm and euphoria. I can relax, I don't feel tired anymore. The Mondays feel like morning me. It's all in sink. The stillness and quietness, rain drumming against the windows. Heaviness, yet I am light.
Big handbags and cozy jampers. My leather jacket. Teas. Flavors filling the air, and few drops of lemon juice drowning in honey, perfect temperature. Drinking it, slowly, evenly, under a soft blanket and lost in a book. Blacky at my feet, impersonating my 'personal sun'. Candles and aromatic oils. Taking baths just to warm up. Movie nights and favorite TV show marathons. Snuggling with the beloved, because it is not too hot anymore.
I love Octobers leaving in me in yearn of a hug. One of those-pick-me-up-off-my-feet-squeeze-me-tight-spin-me-around-hurt-my-tummy-but-still-make-me-smile-leaving-me-breathless-giving-me-butterflies-making-me-giggle-stupidly kind of hug.
Dreams.
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