October. One of my favorite months. In my dreams, it's the end of harvest season, and Chicago is also turning cold and I happen to really like the cold. It's fun having a set of dreams from so long ago that I feel positively ancient and then having more modern ones where I live in Chicago.
It makes me miss living in Chicago now, though, I wouldn't go back to live. unless I was asked by Thomas so he could move.. I have settled here and that's not a bad thing. It just is weird how some things trigger a bout of melancholy.