The leaves are getting redder with each passing day.

Maybe it’s just leaves getting redder—no meaning behind it.

Maybe it’s a reminder that life’s always changing.

No matter how still things feel, there’s always movement—even if you don’t perceive it.

The temperatures dropped to below twenty now. It’ll be the new norm.

The sunny icon on the weather app is not as prominent as it was not even two weeks ago.

It’ll only get rarer.

But I guess none of these things define what comes next.

It is not a choice per se, but it kind of is.

We get to decide how we are going to deal with colder, greyer days.

I’ve been waking up in different spots in bed.

A few days ago, I was on the other side.

It felt weird, unnatural.

But then I realised: I don’t have a side anymore.

Any side is my side now.

I’ve been dreaming blank.

At least I don’t wake up in the middle of the night anymore.

Well—that’s a lie. Not as often, let me correct that.

Things are back to a steady routine.

And the days keep collapsing into one another.

Nights are calm and normally uneventful.

I haven’t watched TV shows in a while.

I haven’t cooked elaborate meals.

Chicken is still my favourite protein.

And I’ve lost some fat.

I feel stronger than before.

It’s just funny that I don’t have to fight anymore.

It’s like the calm after the storm.

The floor is still wet.

But finally.

Finally, it passed.