September is the worst month ever. Nothing happens and the weather is less than satisfactory. I'm ready for October. For orange leaves falling from tall trees, pumpkin patches, hay rides, heavy jackets, overcast afternoons, an excuse to stay in and read, heaters, apple juice that doesn't taste gross, fall break, bonfires, and long nights. Yes please.

Side note: Whenever I look out my window this little girl across the street is always in her yard. She lays in the grass and looks at the sky. Picks up piles of leaves only to drop them in another place. And cautiously walks barefoot on the cold sidewalk. I want that kind of confidence. That comes with being a kid and having no shame. But that can be balanced out with innocence.