Whispers of October

One October morning, I felt how deeply a single month could change a life. I left behind what I had poured my heart into, yet a new life quietly began in the same breath. That October carried an ending I never imagined and a beginning I could not have planned

From that day on, whenever October comes, it feels like a turning tide. The wind whispers of endings and beginnings, of things lost and things found. October smells like calm, cold, and something bittersweet, beautiful yet haunting

Every year when October arrives, it reminds me that life moves whether we are ready or not. It reminds me that nine months, a lifetime, or a single moment can pass silently, leaving only change in its wake. I fear this month, yet I cannot escape it. Maybe in another October, in another life, things will be different.