There is something peculiar about October as March. Air part cool, part warm. Days and nights neither too short, nor too long. A gateway from summer into winter. A threshold existence, like that of a baby who has left the womb and is ready to experience a new world.

In October, there is balance; there is invitation; there is mystery. And it is deeply nostalgic to me. Even being at home, I feel an unknown urge to reach an unknown place. Unknown, yet so familiar. Anyone who sits in silence will feel this pull.

I think October is peculiar because it's a period of transition. Any moment of change is filled with both fear and freshness. Fear because meeting with the new will demand a more conscious response. And conscious response will bring freshness.

Enjoy the beauty of October before the winter sets in.