Have you ever noticed how the trees shed their leaves in autumn, like a quiet release of all the year's weight?

It’s almost like they’re breathing out, giving themselves space for the next breath of life. what do you feel when that happens?

Maybe it’s not that you feel nothing, but that your heart is just holding onto the last moment of the old rhythm before the next one starts. it's like waiting for a song to finish so it can begin again. what’s the first note you imagine when the leaves start to fall?