. Getting out of bed feels easy today.
. I notice the stars above me as I unlock the bike and walk it up the steep driveway.
. Neighbourhood porches are decorated with ghouls and tarantulas and tombstones.
. The first day of October. I reflect on how I want to wrap up this year. There will be low FODMAPs, Friendsgiving, a new writing project.
. An opportunity to discover what’s important.
. Bike shopping. Techs and specs and lingo I don’t understand. I feel overwhelmed but I appreciate his excitement.
. Some things never change.
. Tarot for October: Father of Pentacles (steady, gentle, entrepreneurial) . Spirit: Fish (restlessness, change of focus, lost in the current). The Fish makes sense, but the tarot does not.
. That restlessness hits and I go for a walk. I want to go to that park on the edge of town that I promised to keep secret, but they close at dusk, so I wander through my neighbourhood and kick walnuts down the sidewalk.
. I let my thoughts go wild. It’s been a while.