I had forgotten October.  Its existence had passed out of my mind like a name at the first introduction.  For weeks I was thinking that November was almost here, that Time was running out, that October didn’t exist.  Fortunately, I was mistaken.  I love October.  I love when it starts raining and getting cooler.  I don’t much like the rest of Winter, since I tend to get sad when the darkness sets in, and lock myself up in a room with no motivation to do anything besides stay under the blankets and watch romantic comedies.  I don’t like being cold either.  But this Winter, I may have someone to sleep next to.  At least for awhile.

I wonder what Italy is like in the winter.  I hear it’s cold.  But I think, even that won’t deter me from being in love with Florence.  Ah Florence, the place where the pace of living slows just a little.  Where friends and laughter take priority.  Where the beautiful buildings that are filled with history hold up the sky.  Where I find a little more hope, and a little more peace than here.  And so one more day comes to an end, and I feel my heart beating in time with the clock- tick, tick, ticking away the moments until I go to sleep and seep into dream.