Whispers of October.
"(Insert arbitrary month here) is my fucking month man, lemme tell ya..."
Personally I'm a fan of February or July. But my life, and the events that have filled it have a strange, well, perplexing connection to October.
Let me explain.
October is normally seen as a transition month, as far as it seems to me at least. We are leaving the long sunny days of summer behind as we transfer towards the shortened, cooler days of fall and winter. But October...it's always October.
Football at the high school level, one of my true endeavors and passions in life is starting to wind down for the season for most athletes. It was in October I had my seizure that resulted in a totaled car and a year of daily stabilizing medication. The tenth month brought our last homecoming together, me and my sister. The last time I'd ever play football in front of my friends, even from different schools, under the lights of El Paso, October. The most important romantic relationship I feel that I ever had started in October. Two great personal wars were started in the month on different years.
It also brings the information wars and powers the rumor mills. Possibly telling the wolves to get ready for a cold winter of hibernation or slow news. The rumor mills are the worst, spewing their black clouds as a fog of war over the landscape. Fucking October, I'm used to it, sometimes I act in ways to power them even more effectively like a hobby. A strange hobby.
October is strange for me, and this one has proven to continue the trend. At least we've been consistent? May this transition be ever fruitful as The Trickster moves forward, onto a new dawn, which is hopefully void of pumpkin spiced anything, but overflowing with Oktoberfest style beer.
Just a thought...
~The Trickster, Maui