Once again, I blinked and October slipped away, like a monster that was there one minute and gone the next, leaving me whirling in circles wondering where it might be hiding.
Once again, my favorite month is coming to a close, and I’m sitting here wondering, What did I do the past 31 days? Was I even awake? Did I even experience it?
The truth is, I always expect October to be BIG, when really it is small. It is one small moment followed by another and another and another. That’s the way it should be. I like the fact that I can fit October in my pocket. How else am I to carry it with me all year?
Tomorrow begins November, which is a fine month too, a month of crackling leaves and woodsmoke and cold noses warmed by hot tea. But while I’m watching the trees turn red, I’ll be looking around for the monster that slipped away so silently, the one I know still watches from the shadows. When I take down my Halloween decorations, I’ll slip a spider in my pocket. During the long year ahead, I’ll keep an eye out for small moments that smell of pumpkin seeds and hint of mischief.
And I’ll wait, impatiently, for October to return.
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Carie Juettner 
This is like a beautiful poem. I love it, Carie! Happy Hallows Eve!
Thank you! 🙂 Have a spooky evening! Put some October in your pocket. 😉
That’ll make two of us waiting impatiently for October’s return next year!
🙂
I second Annie! Loved this post and all your pieces (and one of those pieces reminded me I need to fit a viewing of Beetlejuice in after Hocus Pocus tonight!). While I don’t like the idea of you putting a spider in your pocket, I really liked this line, which summed up November pretty nicely for me: “Tomorrow begins November, which is a fine month too, a month of crackling leaves and woodsmoke and cold noses warmed by hot tea.”
Have fun watching Beetlejuice! Enjoy every last drop of October!