I took this shot on Thursday on the way home from a lovely lunch with LG. Life in the suburbs is verdant. October is when the rain starts, and we notice and APPRECIATE every bit of sunshine. It rained three times before dark, with sun breaks between showers.
One of the special treats of Thursday lunch with LG is the pack of male cyclists that whirr past the restaurant at noon. I don't know who they are, where they're from, or whither they are bound. I just watch them pass, martial thighs pumping under thin spandex, hairy calves flexing like scrambling litters of puppies, and the final view of all those tight, tight buns perched atop those tiny seats . . . Oh my, it's a pleasant event! I want to write a prayer of thanksgiving to the Goddess Lycra.
The primary treat of lunch with LG is the mutual affirmation and centering. We DO enjoy one another! Like-minded friends must be cherished. Time passes. People die. Enjoy 'em while you got 'em!
October is the bluest month for me. I just have to get past the death of summer, the dying of the light, the start of the long dark wetness. With November, I can start looking forward to our trip, then Christmas, then Valentine's Day, then my birthday, and then spring is in full swing and like Demeter, I am again ready to rock! So all I have to do is hang in for four more weeks and keep the sunny side up.
Planning the knitting party helps a lot, too. And the full-spectrum light DH got for me. Moreover, I have a long record of surviving Octobers, so I may sound a bit mopey through blogtoberfest, but it's no big deal.