October
The smell of burning fire
the taste of cold in the air
the feel of wind upon your face
the sound of 'Trick or Treat'
the stench of a hay ride
the refreshment of warm apple cider
the fear inside a haunted house
followed by a scream
the unpleasantness of medicine when the candy is gone
the bitterness of cold hands
the windbreaker barely out of the closet
all the leftover fun
October such a special time, over before it began
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