For October

Echoes off tenement windows, sound mixed with fluttering glimpses of fake hanging ghosts. Air smells of October. Perhaps we’re only just remembering, or noticing how much we usually forget. Soon it’ll get colder. For a fiver I can get some rides on the outer or inner, more tenement windows, more music. Colder air makes bolder. I take a puff outside Partick station, then go about my business with a grin.