Pumpkin Spice & Everything Nice

by Katie Cicatelli-Kuc

“Delightfully autumnal,”

“I feel like I just drank liquid potpourri.”

It’s why I read so much. Sometimes it’s nice to escape to a different world when mine keeps changing.

“I didn’t want to be a spectator. To my own life, you know? I just wanted to live it, be in it, so I did.”

But it’s better than the alternative. Never living my life, always just watching. So don’t be like me. Don’t be afraid to ask where the bathroom is.”

“Don’t be a spectator, and don’t be afraid to ask where the bathroom is,” I say, in a bit of a daze.

“Maybe we need to turn the pumpkin spice latte into a five-senses experience. You need to feel the pumpkin spice latte, to be the pumpkin spice latte, in order to truly enjoy one.”

His cheeks redden. He suddenly seems the opposite of calm. “I do get upset, though. Sometimes. I also just happen to be incredibly forgiving. Like I said before, I don’t want to just observe my life. I want to live it. And if that means I get my feelings hurt a few times, it’s okay.”