Dreaming of October

I sit here in my bedroom, with my AC blasting. Although I can’t tolerate the heat and humidity, my seasonal depression is thankful for longer days and just more good ol’ sunshine. I truly love being able to swim outside in the day and sit on our back deck at night, while listening to the crickets chirp. Despite all of this, I can’t help but long for October. There’s just something about those crisp fall days, colorful leaves sprinkled on the ground like confetti, the chilly air hugging your skin…Cozy cardigans, candy apples, the warm glow of scented candles—

It’s a comforting season, to say the least. Until then, I’ll do my best to appreciate my love/hate relationship with summer. I will continue to blast my air conditioner and try to be grateful for all that this time of year has to offer. It’s no autumn, though. It’s no October.

To be honest, I feel like I’m just rambling tonight. This isn’t the most thought provoking post I have made and will make, but sometimes it doesn’t have to be deep. Sometimes you just need to daydream and enjoy the little things. That’s what I’ve been trying to do more of lately; be present in the moment and appreciate what life has to offer. Okay, I guess I’m not really staying “present” if I’m already imagining my fall plans. My head really is a restless, chaotic place. It’s perfectly fine, though. I don’t mind at all dreaming about October.