It's October 1st. October is that random month stuck in between the important ones like September and November. No one ever remembers it until it's upon them, and even then, it goes by so quickly it's hard to remember while it's here. Sometimes in October I get that funny feeling that life isn't what it seems, and somehow or another if I just paid a bit more attention, if I hung on just a little bit harder, October would tell me something about life and reality that I'd never quite grasped before.
But then it's gone and out of my head and I'm left feeling like I forgot something that can never be remembered. Oh, October. The dragon sleeping softly below the mountain peeks as the snow clouds gather and plot. One could go a lifetime never know, never understanding what it means to be in wait. To hunker down in the cold, cold stone and wait while the whole earth continues on without you.
But October understands. I woke the dragon and now there's no going back.
