Yesterday, I was musing (and whining just a bit) about sad Octobers, but I was reminded yesterday evening why I love the month.
Nearing the end of a brisk and beautiful day, so I took some brisk steps down the hill, where I was reminded that, although Victoria can't match the autumn palette in Hades, we don't do too shabbily in fall colours.
And our autumn lasts longer than two weeks.
As I headed back up the hill, I saw and heard something I haven't heard for over two years: musicians at one of the coffee houses.
Stuck like a dope with a thing called hope.
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