That Sunday Feeling Again, Because It’s Sunday I Guess, in October.

Octobers! Deep inhale.

This month always goes by faster than I want it too. September is my prequel to the change-the vibes, season, zone, mood, decisions, etc. I’ve made some great October choices. I’ve made some fucked up October choices. Nevertheless, I love the mystique of October. Driving around and seeing the colors of Fall meshed together is something, indescribable, to behold. I feel like I change with the steps of each season. There is a stillness inside me, followed by changes, and then a shedding of my former self to become better, I hope.

Coffee is my go to in autumn, along with more writing by pen and pad. There’s something about holding a pen and touching the paper. I’ve made changes this year after waking up to some things. I’ve given up following or watching college football, the NBA, and the NFL. Simply put, I’m tired of seeing Black athletes bring in the money without getting their due in Executive or Coaching positions, nor the Ownership opportunities. The racist capitalist guardians protect their own well. I honestly hopes it comes crashing down on them, forcing their dirty hands to do right by Black folks.

My October wish is a cabin on a lake. I would live there full time. Have a garden, canoe, fireplace, dark room, office, all I need to have to rarely leave. Yeah.

Written by Michael Allen

Escape Indie 2020

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