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October has come around and as I was strolling through my neighborhood Saturday evening, I realized how much I love this month. The air is crisp and scented with apples and the first hearth fires. There is a silence in October like no other. An expectancy. A farewell. It's bittersweet.
People are beginning to settle in for winter. More pies are being baked. Plans are being made for Thanksgiving and Halloween. The lights in the homes are inviting. The pace is a bit brisker. With more purpose. The destination more gleeful.
As I walked. The moon walked with me. She was beautiful and pristine. She smiled one of those knowing smiles. My companion.
And I wished on her that night. For his company. Arms entwined. Bodies close for warmth. As we walked the streets of my neighborhood. I wished for gatherings and tables laden with food. Happy faces sitting around. Enjoying each other. Enjoying the moment. I wished for a fire in the wood stove with a glass of wine. Feet up. Content.
Content.
The sweet smell of cedar as it burned, wafting though my home. And a strong hand to hold. A loving smile to share. A kiss to savor.
Under the harvest moon, I made my harvest dream. She smiled down at me. And I up at her. As the leaves fell, and the smoke rose from the chimneys.
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