October always turns my thoughts inward, replaying the year just passed and very frequently setting the tone for the looming new year*. Often, this results in, what is for me, a pleasant melancholy. This year, the yearly rewind is pretty good — we’ve been through a lot, what with Kim’s surgery last December, and our own bond is deeper than ever. It’s been a good year since the Spring, and for that, I’m thankful.
Driving to the grocery store yesterday via the back roads — Shore Road in the Bronx is unlike anything folks might think about when they’re asked what the Bronx looks like due to its pastoral nature — I was actually feeling a bit euphoric as the world around me was beginning to show new colors. The deep, lush greens of summer are just starting to transform into the golds, reds and oranges of autumn, and you can sense the majesty that is to come in a few weeks. The fact that the weather was perfect certainly helped with my mood, as did Mountain Time from Aspen.
Some times, the universe presents the perfect synchronicity of music in synch with nature, and that was one of those moments.
There’s just something inherently magical to me about the change that October brings. There’s a taste of alchemy in the cooling air, in the breezes that conjure up kaleidoscopic swirls of leaves. In the dying of the earth, I feel renewed.
Gods, I love autumn. Ain’t it good to be alive?
* Samhain, or October 31st, is the spiritual New Year for me, per ancient Celtic beliefs and modern neopagan practice.