31.10.09

October's Gone

October has passed by like a freight train left at my beloved beachbreak. Till next year.

"The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world."
Jack Kerouac (The Dharma Bums)