Love: a day of October

The hesitant morning is so cold, you wish to put on some warm fleece and by noon you regret that decision, thinking that had I held onto my own warmth a little longer, I wouldn’t be smothered by this unbearable heat of October sun. By the evening, you justify the hardships you went through and kaud yourselves for the decision you made. Such is love– a day of October is nothing but the mockery of human misery.