Yes To October

soul sauce., Untitled, 9 to 1.,

the furnace kicked on this morning, the pumpkin patch by pinhole, Paris Sport Tack Bike,
when ladies were ladies, Stairs and Stripes, Orange !,
in the middle, Portrait #01, Untitled

And yes to crisp afternoons. Yes to bicycles and leaf piles to ride through. Yes to flying south. Yes to scarves and mittens and hats, and sometimes all at once. And to my favorite brown hoodie: yes to you too. Yes to underclothes warmed by the dryer. And a big, fat yes-sy-yes to tweed.

Yes to reddening leaves and wisps of chimney smoke. Yes to golden sunlight. Yes to harvest moons. Yes to hot apple cider, and pumpkin carving, and curling up under blankets. Yes to cardamom and clove and cheesecake. Yes to hot toddies. Yes to hitting the snooze button one or two times extra. Yes to superthick down comforters.

Yes to kittens, of course. But yes always to them.

Yes to cardigans and orange tights and boots. Yes to orange, period. Yes to trick-or-treaters and to pillowcases. Yes to 'smell my feet.' Yes to candy corn too, even though it is god awful. Yes to capes and tiaras and dress up. Yes to masks and crepe paper and candlelight.

Yes to brisk air. Yes to cozy rooms. Yes to snuggles.

I am ready for you, delights of October. I am ready for you all.