Something about the sound of the month October that seems poetic. It kind of slips off your tongue, or gets stuck in the back of your mouth building up saliva. Either way its awkward and sexy which are two things that make inspirational for me, maybe its the smell, moth balls come to mind - the ones my grandmother’s smelled like when I use to visit. Walking higher up into the the three story house the stronger the fumes were, making you dizzy at times until you realized it was the old cedar dressers in the third floor attic. Up there you could look into the two acre property over the multi-color orange-yellow leaves as they fell on the grass praying that you weren’t staying long enough for manual labor. But all the property made very large piles of leaves that were enjoyable to let your body leap backwards into the unknown hoping for a soft landing. Like writing we turn our backs and make a leap of faith, and hope for that soft landing as we did once as a kid. So here is to October and to the inspirations to the month ahead.