Pink October

The days from August to now elapsed in a flash of late sunsets, early sunrises, stray butterflies and brisk winds, settling into the cold, dark mornings of fall. Black and bleak were the moments that scattered past, a never ending revolution of despair, complacency, opportunity, fear, despair again, over and over, 'round and 'round the sapphire sky strewn with stray cobwebs and patterned shapes of glitter and gold.

Happy? Somewhere in the darkness it sits, the luminary color pink, rousing from its five year slumber inside. And with every turning page, with every flickering light, with every word uttered, it begins to glow. An aura of pink shining through the moments that are meant to be faced in mourning, the moments that are meant to complete the despair, the moments that signify the loss of something greater than its' glow. But still it shines, and grows in circumference and glows through the darkness of fall. Pink October. The last day of October and it grows so bright. My pink October.