As the season changes so does my frame of mind.
There’s just something about a warm October sun, autumn leaves and pumpkin spiced everything that compels you to slow your roll a bit, go thrift shopping for silly costumes, watch horror flicks and buy apple cinnamon scented candles.
There’s nothing new to fall traditions of American culture. Every year it’s the same shit and yet it still hasn’t gotten old to me.
I still revel in the small joy of seeing a carved pumpkin sitting on a porch and grimacing back at me as a reminder that it’s October, one of the coolest months of the year, and that little fact alone is something worth smiling about today.
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