October Today

Today was beautiful, and I wore the fall jacket with the broken buckle that I got from Goodwill before I left for college. The weather changed without warning this week--October hit and suddenly everything was dead leaves and windy days and sweaters.  Not that I'm complaining. I love fall, mostly because it means that I get to wear scarves and drink lots of tea and cuddle up in blankets as often as I want. This year it means I get to drink Butterbeer Lattes, a coffee creation sweeping the campus thanks to the creative genius of my co-worker and I at the coffee shop where I work.

Speaking of work, while I was there this afternoon I got a package from Amazon: the 100 pack of Twinings Earl Grey that my roommate and I decided was actually 100% necessary after visiting England (we tried to make due on Tazo and Bigelow, but it's just not the same). Words cannot describe the excitement that accompanied drinking that beauty for tea time this afternoon. I thought about sharing it with the rest of my floor mates who came to our three-days-a-week customary Tea Time, but in the end decided to selfishly wait. We've just started on our second book this semester, The Magician's Nephew, which my suite mate is reading aloud. I read the last one--The Penderwicks--which we finished yesterday. Tea times are pretty much all that makes a particularly hellish day worth pushing through. Today wasn't exactly hellish, but it was pretty long.

Generally, Fridays are good days, but today was a bit rough due to a sequence of bad decisions made yesterday. The first bad decision was deciding that I could go to the public library, drop off some books, and not get a new one. The second bad decision started at my deciding to get just one book and ended with my checking out five. They barely fit in my purse, but I got them home despite my aching shoulders. Once in the warmth of my little room, I decided to do a bit of reading before I started my homework (the third bad decision). The next thing I knew, it was 2 am, I had finished the book, and none of my homework was done. Needless to say, six hours of sleep is never kind to me.

Which is why I'm on my second cup of Earl Grey (even after drinking someone's neglected latte at work this afternoon). But although today was rather exhausting as far as Fridays go, it's alright because it's October and I can't walk outside without feeling good about life. It feels real outside, like maybe all summer long the air was sleeping or something, and only now it has woken up enough to be sharp and precise and really, wonderfully active. And after spending the evening loudly yelling during spicy UNO and watching creepy TV shows like Over The Garden Wall, I find myself undoubtedly believing that Autumn really is the best season of all. Or at least today it is.

Today, when nothing has really happened at all, except a little mountain of good things and bad things with just enough October wind to blow it all into one big heap that I can sit on to watch the night and the leaves fall. Today, October is the best.