You there? December just called. It wanted its gimmick back.
It said, October, what the (expletive deleted)?! You have Halloween! You freaking have falling leaves and back-to-schools! You even have your own rains! Why are you stealing my thunder!?
October could just sit there coolly and not care less.
Coolly might be an understatement though. October’s defying all patterns known to and loved by psychologists and meteorologists.
The leaves and still here, and half of them are still green. The temperatures change every day, but this has taken the cake:
The first snow showers, in October. It was admittedly more like a few chunks of ice, but you see the one piece that doesn’t belong here, don’t you? It’s only still October! My sister back home is sweltering in the plus thirties, and here, there are ice daggers falling from the skies. It’s ridiculous. It’s October.
And all the chemistry they taught me was a lie. Water doesn’t freeze at zero degrees. It froze at four (to be fair, ice does melt beyond four, but). All those benzene rings, for nothing. All that hyperconjugation and moles of pain for nothing. All those wasted chemistry puns.
Fuck you, high school chemistry, and no deleted expletives.
If you want me, I’ll be in the corner crying in denial and writing more chemistry poetry.
For real though, it’s my first time in the snow, so you’ll probably find me out at four in the coldest hour of the morning hunting for ice shards with a ridiculous determination on my face (it was only 9 PM, but that’s exactly the state my friend found me in, so it’s no exaggeration!)
I dunno, should I say happy fall, like I usually do? It’s more like ‘kiss your expectations goodbye’ now…
So happy curveballs, y’all!
Just for the record, that tree is losing leaves like I’m losing steam.
Quite like a certain someone I can think of.