october is without a doubt my favorite month. it marks the beginning of a magical time of year, not so much for the holidays, but more so for the way it feels. i’ve waxed poetic about my eagerness for this season, what this time means. but october. may i praise this month specifically, even for just a bit? (and, no, the revered pumpkin spice latte will not be on the menu.)
the light shifts, softening as the day progresses, warming as evening sets.
stews and braises, pasta and baked goods.
oven time, every day.
a bounty of gourds, every which shape.
socks, to be worn without abandon.
to warm the spirit, chai and cinnamon, ginger and nutmeg.
robust reds and smooth whiskeys.
introspection. letter-writing. podcast-listening.
knits and layers. cozy in, cozy out.
s l o w i n g down.
celebrating the greatest commitment i made to be a wife and life partner.
shorter days, longer nights, more rest, and endless cuddling.
deep love, quite possibly of the deepest variety. soul-filled kind of love.