November Winds- 2025 Edition (Originally written in 2014, revisited and refreshed for 2025 — same story, renewed perspective)
November was windy. Most people disliked the season because of the harsh gusts sweeping through the town, but she loved it. To her, this was when nature felt most alive—clear skies, crisp air, and a wind strong enough to carry everything away. As she walked through the backyard plantation, the wind lifted her spirit, almost making her feel weightless.
Beyond the plantation, before the pond, she had her own secret place. It was a slightly eerie patch near a cluster of pineapple bushes, where the land dipped lower than the rest of the garden and stood apart from the tall trees. A single large tree and a few bamboo stalks guarded the space. No one else went there; the mud was dark and sticky, and the place was known to be home to snakes.
But in the dry November heat, the ground hardened, and it became her sanctuary—her quiet world of solitude and drifting dreams. She always felt a presence there, something unseen yet comforting, so she was never truly alone. And though she was warned that snakes lived near the pineapple bushes, she spoke to them too—her silent conversations with the Snake Gods.
Bamboo trees and the chirping of birds, she found those moments enticing. That time, she didn't realize the competitions of the world… the realities that were waiting for her…
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Years later… sometime in July or August… she stood in front of him. She knew that very presence; her soul knew that rhythm. In another city, another garden, her heart and the wind both carried the promise of a hidden, shared world. A quiet wonder settled over her; the birds whispered, and butterflies danced all around.
Read the original story, first written in 2014: https://www.deepsrecipes.com/2014/04/november-winds.html


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