October Skies

 It is October and I think October is one of my favorite months. The leaves are still thick on the trees but they are in the midst of a wardrobe change and one that is so incredibly stunning. Today the mountains were shrouded in mist that lay low and ethereal, the trees were garbed in yellow and scarlet and greens and the sky was a bit of a smokey blue. The sky in October in the earlier mornings is just a bit different than any other time. Everything here goes through such a vast Autumnal change. Animals prepare to survive whatever type of weather is going to come, trees prepare to lose their raiments and to be a bit bleak, the fields revived again after summers heat are glorious before mud takes over; and fall flowers are still abundant before the first frost lays their heads low. Today the rain was making the air thick and damp and the fields were such a brilliant green. I wanted to take off and go walking through the woods alone because I know exactly how it would sound and feel and I was craving it. When I was young I lived on a farm that had woods in the back. I had to walk through a large field, over a creek and then into quiet woods. Sometimes if I sat still enough I'd catch a glimpse of a wild one. Today I was driving in the morning out to drop my eldest off at camp and I caught a glimpse of the mountains and field and sky and it took me back there to the walk of field and woods and quiet. It was only for a moment but I felt that calming happiness that I used to feel when I was there. It was a certain type of feeling. I couldn't heed the call today. I went home to motherhood but the moment of memory helped me navigate the wild day. It was lovely.