the 8 that is a 10

October is a bit of a mad month, innit? It can combine the gentlest and warmest of light with the fattest and coldest of rains




or that very same lovely light with goddamn hail



and even the saddest little tree can shine in this light and its reflection



while the gloriously big ones can blush beautifully at the thought of their impending nudity



The whole experience of october, not just that light fantastic or the crazy precipitation, but the air and the smell and the moodiness of it all, i think warrants at least a temple



where melancholy angels ponder whether hail is actually damned -and light sent- by god



or that it is just the stuff all these freaky spiders that crowd this month pull out of their arses