Ode to October
A side from a minor body of a sentiment in favor of May, there is little disagreement that October is the best month of the year. It is the one month when man and nature are most nearly in harmony. Temperatures, moderate in the daytime and invigorating by evening, are conductive to reflective thoughts, exhilarating exercises, outdoor labor, charitable endeavor, courtship and pleasant romps with babies and small children.
The physical beauty of October affects the most insensitive natures, if only subconsciously, with a heightened appreciation of esthetic satisfactions. You don’t see millions of people gaping from slow-moving automobiles to look at trees in January or March or even May.
No other month concludes with such dramatic charm and wit. In Halloween, October has come up with the perfect way to the end the unbeatable month. It is the ideal holiday, for it lasts only a few hours and requires very little preparation. Its ingredients are bright color, gaiety, noise and a suspension of disbelief that justifies persons of all ages behaving childishly for three or four hours, which is just about long enough.
Hail, October! March thou never wert, much less February.