welcome month of orange, of red and pink and yellow. of capes and apples and baskets of sweets. of mercurial temperatures and warm, frothy drinks. of new and old mixing together and falling into a freshness all their own. of randomly placed gourds and a crunching walk through the cemetery. of crisp air and family visits and an uncertain future.
let’s pretend we didn’t oversleep today, and welcome you in with a rush of panic.