If April is the
cruelest month, October is the feral one.
We’re near-civilized out of this state, but it’s there.
Take a deep
breath, feel the brace of morning cold.
For days in
October, don’t overdress. If you work protocol permits, wear summer clothing.
Shorts. Feel the
cool air in your hairs on your arms and legs.
Got a working dog?
Check out its manner. In the case of Thurber, my nine-year-old coonhound, he’s
loaded for bear.
We’re bound in
space, especially we urban office trolls. Not trolls. Drones. Trolls feel the
feral in the air. Their very survival depends on it.
October is the
first taste of winter. Instinctive (if we modern humans are still capable of
basic instinct), we take stock. Our brains are piqued. There’s an extra lift to
our step. Each breath of air more vital than the lethargic summer one.
Forest fauna are
booking it: storing nuts, fattening up, digging earth for burrows.
Make no mistake.
Bred in our bones lies early human DNA. Feel it. In every breath you take.
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