In the falling leaves I read the map of endings—each one a deliberate departure, a resource being released. In the new shoots I see the blueprint of renewal, how to take a break and grow stronger. A strategist watches the cycle, learns when to let go and when to push forward, and knows that the forest keeps its secrets for those who listen.

I hear the rhythm, but I prefer to chart the path in the quiet between the sounds. Patience is the map; action is the step you take when the wind finally shifts.