You know, the sound of Nowember somehow radiates this feeling of melancholy and sombre-ness, for some unknown reason.
It's like the season of fall, where everything slows down, dies, and disappears into nothingness. It somehow feels like a season of change, where the leaves detach themselves from their source of support, withering away helplessly as they fall to the ground, unable to defy the law of gravity.
Sometimes, it looks like the trees are growing old, age-ing, dying, shedding their last golden tears made of withered leaves.
And then winter comes along.... Engulfing everything with her pure, silver-white snowflakes that seem to be able to capture the real beauty of Mother Nature, covering all life with coldness, the breeze whispering in hushed tones and humming gentle lullabies to them as they embark on a journey to Dreamland. Life then starts to stop, and the stage is once again quiet, like a death scene right after the gunshot is fired.
But as time passes, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, life starts again, slowly, one step at a time. Her seasons come and go as they please, and the vast sky is never the same everyday, changing constantly depending on Mother Nature's unpredictable moods.
Beneath all that negativity, there is hope.
