Being a Scorpio, what it means...

Selected by "Mother Nature" to fill a Scorpio's shoes does me very proud, and being born on October 29 formulates forever, that for me. October Autumns bring all the wonderful and precious things that come about in that gloriously colorful and bountiful season, especially to Scorpios.

Being an October Scorpio wrings out the best of me. It is that time of year for resting and tallying up the spent year's harvest, time for Scorpios to give thanks to"Mother Nature" for her wonderful bounty and for her selection of Scorpios to be Scorpios.

Repose all Scorpios, if you will, and praise the colors of determination, the foliage of fall, the final hurrah of precious leaves flaunting their beauty, giving thanks in color to Mother Nature for her unselfish and everlasting life giving sustenance. Scorpio leaves heartbreakingly but patriotically drop to the ground in diminishing colors of farewell, into a waiting grave that but promises return, willing their fiber and frames to a new future prospectus of life. Nevertheless, for Scorpios the beauty and bounty is everlasting.