Instagram should have a filter called “Jakey Light.”
My son was born on October 22 and I vividly remember the next morning’s sunrise as being the most extraordinary blend of pink and deep red with yellow borders. I couldn’t take my eyes off the picture window in my hospital room because its beauty was so overpowering, but I figured I was probably viewing it through the elation, fatique and surrealness of the moment. But then I began to really put my eyeballs on October’s lens and came to realize that it had the best color sense of any month of the year.
And it’s not just sunrise and sunset, by the way. There is something about the angle of that ball in the sky that turns the whole day into the kind of atmosphere you want to have a photo shoot in.
Forget the oooohs and ahhhhs of summer sunsets in Menemsha or the picture perfect Hawaiian sundowns. Even rainbows are no contest for what the sky cooks up in October.
It’s perfect that my boy was born during a month with this kind of magical light. It represents him so succinctly to me–his miraculous birth, the way he sparkles from inside, his wit, charm, warmth and smarts. I’m grateful for it every October. And for him, every day of my life.