I love October

I don't know what is it about October that I always miss something: a person, a place ,a leaf, a feeling,an illusion, a song, a vision. I find myself gathering all my memories and allowing myself to dream, allowing that little thing we call time to creep into my mind and mend with my business. And I wake up one day and the sun is brighter, and the clouds are gay and I dream just like that: my eyes wide open. It just happens that at this time of the year the leafs are dancing their colorful dance. Hard. "What a beautiful mess this is!"