<On this free writing day, remember the words of author Anne Lamott: “I don’t think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won’t be good at it.”>
A few years ago I found out that October got its name from the Latin “octo”, meaning “eight”. Although It is the tenth month in the Gregorian calendar, it was once the eighth month in the Roman Calendar (the old calendar) and the name just carried on.
What would the year be without October? My live would be so different if this month wouldn’t exist. Nearly all my important experiences happened on it, good ones or not so good.
The town starts to fill with students, always on the run from an University to another, or from a bar to another, depending on their mood. But still swarming everywhere.
Ocher-yellow-brown and so much more colors than I can tell, describe the warmth of October, a perfect mix.
One hour ago I was crossing a small park down town and than it hit me, a memory so distant brought in my mind by such an amazing smell,a twisted but perfect mix of spring and winter. I remembered the “leave bath ” that I use to take with my brother in our back yard. We were only helping dad to make a pile of leaves so that we ca jump on it when it was done. Happy times! I will ask him tomorrow if he wants to go with me and have the biggest heap we ever made…he’ll love that! Mom and I, we made the best pickles and gems together, many, many jars of them. During winter time, every time I took one, I use to feel such accomplishment, like it was the most important thing,
The walnuts! And the feeling of richness when one sees the harvest…and the pumpkins and Halloween, dark mornings with stars, gentle loving sun, comforting windy afternoons. How I love this month, all of it. With its loss and gains, it just seems in perfect balance.