My wishes

A note from October

Hi, I’m October. September gets the fresh starts; I get the good part. Soup weather, the first fire of the year, leaves doing the thing everyone drives out to see. And yes, pumpkin spice. I’m not going to apologize for it.

If you were shopping for me, this is what I’d want. Four things. One of them is a candle, and I’m the only month allowed to ask for one.