a roll of film a month: october

Dear October,

I miss you, Madame Autumn.

I miss your signature scent of woodsmoke and cinnamon, crisp apples, cold mornings, subtle decay, dank soil.

I miss the way you spin light into gold.

I miss your blushing ivy and saffron trees, slowly dropping leaves with each November rain.

I miss how you spill light into this house, making shadows of everything that we spent years building.