October Waiting

October used to hit different - you’d hate everything in small ways. Software updates, tax nonsense, even the musicians you’d been waiting for would manage to disappoint. You’d eat a box of snacks without tasting them, just filling time. You’d resent things that didn’t deserve it.

But the same month you were waiting for something. New albums coming out. Shows restarting. The move was in a few weeks - new apartment, new space to imagine into existence. Your friends were moving too, broke like you, caught in the same space. There was this sense that October was just the holding period before something shifted.

It never happened the way you thought. But the waiting was the point. October hung between seasons, and you hung with it - half-present, half-imagining, running out of time to decide what you actually wanted.