october in western jersey is about as beautiful as the garden state can get.
and for those who might think that an oxymoron, well, they'd be wrong.
every year i anticipate its arrival with unbridled promise.
this october has been no different.
in fact, even more so, given the nature of things in my life these past months.
and now it's here.
the breeze crisp and full of earth.
a time of calm observation and great thought.
and when november sweeps down across the hills, as it always does, i will wonder what happened to october.
i will kick myself once again for tomorrowing myself a day at a time until the tomorrows are whisked away by winter's approach.
at which time, i will make a note to take stock next time around.
well, not this year.
i'm going to keep my promise to myself!