October

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I love a good morning in October.

When all of Nature’s best merges to create glorious, full-bodied moments of primal gratitude.

Warm October breeze, gusts of fierce wind, and the earth breathing, as though synchronized with the rise and fall of the opus playing in my head.

Trees dance grandly in vibrant climax; arms raised like flamenco dancers, proud and fully aware of their own magnificence.

It’s a culmination of a year’s work; taking centre stage for their swan song – and we have a front row ticket to the show.

Tiny yellow leaves burst from boughs like confetti after a monumental performance; reds and browns swirl in excited welcome below.

Roused from numbness, inhaling invigorating October; tasting hints of the change ahead.

I love a good morning in October.

 

 

 

365 days of Gratitude. Day 141:

maple tree

And just like that, all the world came to life again; as though she had been holding her breath, waiting for just the right moment to exhale vibrant shades of green, bursting with rich reds and purples. Gratitude.

100 Simple Pleasures

Sunflowers

  1. The first BBQ of the season
  2. An acoustic guitar paired with a good voice
  3. The electricity in the air before a thunder storm
  1. The smell of Thanksgiving dinner
  1. Air-drying your hair on a swing in the Summer
  1. A good glass of wine
  1. Old black and white photos
  1. People that say “Good morning.”
  1. A really great documentary
  1. Wind blowing through a willow tree
  1. French fries and gravy
  1. Getting packages in the mail
  1. Bad boys who are secretly good
  1. Big breakfasts
  1. Clever debate
  1. Pretty bras
  1. No one in line at a check-out
  1. Lovely penmanship
  1. Road trips
  1. Spontaneous solo-dance parties
  1. A long, slow movie on a Sunday afternoon
  1. Pecan pie
  1. Hotels with water slides
  1. Kids with manners
  1. Cozy sweaters in the Fall
  1. Songs that remind you of first loves
  1. The colour green
  1. Tiny towns with preserved historical buildings
  1. The sound of pencil on quality paper
  1. Nature programs about sharks or tornadoes
  1. Running into someone, knowing you look good
  1. Friday evenings
  1. Shopping for school supplies
  1. Early September mornings
  1. Going out to eat
  1. Truth
  1. Ancestry
  1. Purple bubble gum
  1. Landscape oil paintings
  1. Falling asleep to the sound of rain
  1. Men with broad shoulders
  1. An Irish accent
  1. Diving into a pool
  1. The smell of Hyacinth at the beginning of Spring
  1. Empty laundry baskets
  1. The feeling of a really great book cover
  1. Live music at little pubs
  1. Morning tea
  1. Grammar nerds
  2. Walking barefoot on soft grass
  1. Old black and white movies to fall asleep to
  1. Nailing a job interview
  1. Walking out of a hair salon with fantastic hair
  1. A Fall fair
  1. Conversations with children
  1. Coming home to a clean house
  1. Receiving packages in the mail
  1. The first roast-beef dinner of the Fall
  1. The opportunity to share a “useless” fact
  1. Falling in love
  1. The smell of asphalt after a summer rain
  1. Big, fluffy snowflakes against a purple sky
  1. Good music around a campfire
  1. A wink from your lover
  1. A baby falling asleep on your chest
  1. Sunrises
  1. People-watching
  1. The first day of school
  1. Silence in the middle of a really hot summer afternoon
  1. Pretty hair
  1. Reality shows featuring competitive cheerleading
  1. Relief from a headache
  1. Riding a bike
  1. Knowing the answer to a really tough question
  2. Funny women
  1. Rainbows
  1. Reading a really great biography
  1. Burying your hands in warm soil
  1. Touring Heritage buildings
  1. Beating a video game
  1. A cute pair of shoes
  1. Driving past a sunflower field
  1. Thought-provoking articles
  1. Dinner parties
  1. A vibrant Fall
  1. The smell of a newborn baby’s head
  1. Artfully-prepared food
  1. Having someone play with your hair
  1. Deep conversation
  1. Dressing up
  1. Waking up refreshed
  1. The first day of Spring that you can leave the house without a coat
  1. Sun-showers
  1. Travelling
  1. Intelligent people
  1. Chocolate-covered almonds
  1. Women with raspy voices
  1. Fresh bedding
  1. The confidence that comes with experience

100. Walking away from the wrong people at just the right time 🙂

One.

Onepic

She loves him still.

Especially in late September when fog hangs thick and low. When she allows herself to indulge in all the memories of what was supposed to be; when she closes her eyes long enough, he is right there with her.

She can’t remember how long ago she lost him, but when she spotted him this evening, everything that ever felt unfinished in her life rose up to face her. He was right there in front of her, slouched over his coffee in the same weighty posture he had before he grew older.

She stood there unmoving, watching him through the coffee shop window. She studied his furrowed brow and the way his lips paused to blow and cool his coffee. People were chattering all around him, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was so far away. Life had hardened his once boyish face, but his eyes were exactly the same.

He looked up as though he was willed to, and caught her staring at him.

Blood rushed up her chest, down her arms and through her fingertips. She lost all ability to breathe and the only thing she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears.

Yes, she loves him still.

You, Me and a Campfire, Babe.

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It’s just me and you and a campfire, babe

Where my smile holds you like a lover

And we grip tightly, our peace.

Wrapped in thick and humid summer nights

Or chilly evenings in September

We are exactly where we are meant to be.

And all the world can spin around us

When it’s just you, me and a campfire, babe.

The flames dance with our dreams

Wishes smoulder in embers

Hopes and desires contained like a message in a bottle

And we’re making it up as we go along

We belong to the infinite sky

Where the stars eavesdrop on our deepest passions

And the future is getting shorter

But it’s just you, me and a campfire, babe.

Crickets chirp where we sit in the silent night

Everything around us can turn to stone.

I’ve had the pleasure of knowing love in my life

But never quite so freely.

We’ve shared this space with friends and enemies

With music, food and wine,

But a little wink across the way

Signals that even still,

It’s just you and me and a campfire babe.

People spend their whole lives chasing our kind of love

And maybe it won’t always be here

But we’re working hard on forever.