“Sniff Crunch Sssssssip”
There’s fewer bangers out this year. I think so, anyway. At the beginning of the month I got a whiff of that October smell – leaves and smoky air – but since then, nothing. Unseasonal warmth. Lazy cat-ear hairbands in Tiger. Not that I don’t love a good cat-ear hairband as much as the next girl. Gummy pumpkins smiling all over campus. The fear of walking in piles of bright leaves in case you accidentally smash a poor snail, hiding beneath them. Birthdays and frosty pints of – water. This “chiding autumn” reproaches us but with a prod towards festivity. October means Things To Come.
