Running for Your Life: Cool, It’s October

There is something about October.

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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