It’s Topsy Turvy

Everything around me is nothing like the October I know. Writing the date has ceased to have much meaning for me, not only because the order of the numbers is flipped. The seasonal bursts of orange are coming from over-bloomed flowers. The pumpkins in the grocery store are large and gray. Increasingly often, I opt for sandals over sneakers. Socks? Hell no. 

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