disoriented

 Late tonight, as I headed for the car, it felt like April.

 The light was just right, the air soft and damp.

 The breeze was cool, but it felt good, not cold in the least.

October?   You're kind of reminding me of April, which is awfully kind of you, though you're far more beautiful than any April.  (You can get a bit gaudy, but April is so drab.)  I hope November will be a buddy too.

 Oh my goodness.

love, Val