I love these grand Octobers nights;

Crisp wind slewing over and around my jacket,
Running against a current of fate, weather, time,
All the world seems still and quiet just the moon,
Above a swelling orb in the night sky coyly peeking,
From behind the drifting clouds obscuring my vision,
So that I have to walk slowly feeling out my route,
When have I ever felt so elemental, so alive?

Just on these grand October nights.