🍂 Romancing October

October knocked on my door... knowing that I was alone and feeling the blues..."Come", he invited..." lets go visit my Crib".

Ohhh, October, look at you...so cool, you got a Gangsta Crib!

I couldn't resist the temptation. What does October's Crib look like I wondered...

Let's be naughty, let's be bold, forget the danger in this stranger...let's go visit.

When October knocked on my door...like that,

he did not come empty‑handed.

He had a vibe. A whole aesthetic. A whole mysterious and luxurious Gangsta mood. 🍂🍂

The kind a gurl could not resist...

Yep!...we def gonna go visit!

Upon the wind we zoomed

in a flurry of inquisitive fluffy leaves. 🍂

"We here"! October announced as if in no time, exhaling amber breaths.

October's home is a hideaway, halfway between shadow and a playful dance of color. 🍂

When you step inside, the first thing you notice is the mood in the light.
It’s inviting...it's dim - it’s warm with a low amber glow...

it has lamps remembering summer, but refusing to let go.
🍂🍂

The air smells slightly floral, with a blend of woodsmoke and something colder waiting behind it.

The floorboards creak...not in a scary way—more like they’re greeting you,
like “yeah gurl, we’ve been expecting you.”

On the walls are dried leaves pressed into frames, and a mirror that fogs slightly even though you haven’t breathed a breath its way.

Ah, but the windows…
They’re the best part.
Every pane shows a different version of fall:
one with rain sliding down,
one with leaves tumbling,
one with a sky the color of tarnished gold.

October’s bedroom is quiet.
Not just silent—but quietly still..
The kind of quiet that feels like a story is about to start.
The sheets are cool, the pillows soft,

and the shadows, they behave themselves like gentlemen.

Outside his back door is a porch to a forest.
There is No fence.
No boundary.
Just trees gossiping about winter.

And October himself?
He’s somewhere in the house

just out of sight—
but you can feel him.
A calm presence.
A gentle nudge.
A hand on your shoulder saying,
“Stay as long as you need...we got time.”

🍂 If you Wander Deeper

You find not just a home - but shapes, a mood, a realm of fog ...

and once you start becoming familiar,

it begins revealing things it didn’t show at first glance.

For October has been photographing the weather’s emotions.

🕰️ The Attic

The attic smells like cedar and playful trysts. Dust falls like soft confetti.

Up there...A rocking chair moves slightly even when the air is still.

There’s also a window.
And through it you can see the treetops swaying in unseen breeze. 🍂🍂🍂

October’s attic is where memories go to hibernate.

🌲 The Back Porch feels like stepping into a threshold.

The boards are cool under your feet.
Beyond the porch is the listening forest.
They hide truths.
Ones you only find when you’re ready.

October now comes to stand with you.

Adventure and romance awaits!!!