November - where love returns

(DN) - Some people say that November is a month for sensitive souls, people who are easily moved by every small change in nature. Perhaps it is true. Because in the first chill of the season, who hasn't felt their heart soften, as if they wanted to find something long ago.

When the last yellow leaves fall, I know November has arrived. The month of the first winds of the season gently passing through the gaps in my clothes, the month of the faint scent of sunlight lingering on the old tiled roof, of the cool mornings that make everyone want to linger a little longer in the warmth of their blankets. Every year, when this season changes, my heart is filled with an indescribable feeling - at once wistful, at once warm, and at once like missing something that has yet to be said.

November brings enough cold to make people want to be closer to each other. I call this “the season of love”, because when the weather is cold, people are more easily moved, easily feel the warmth of a hand, a look or a light hug. In the hustle and bustle of the street, sometimes just seeing a couple leaning on each other’s shoulders walking in the wind is enough to make our hearts sink, seeing how gentle this life is.

In November, the monsoon winds blow through the treetops, carrying with them the pungent scent of the changing seasons. The streets suddenly become quieter, as if the city also knows how to calm down. The roadside stalls start to light up, smoke billowing from grilled corn, grilled potatoes, fried banana cakes... That aroma just blends into the wind, seeping through every corner, evoking so many old memories. I still remember when I was little, every time school was over, we kids would go to Mrs. Tu's shop at the end of the alley, eagerly waiting for the grilled potatoes to be cooked, peeled off and still steaming. The feeling of blowing on them while eating, giggling with friends, now thinking back, it feels so simple yet so heartwarming.

November also makes us feel more clearly the value of the warmth of love. Outside, the monsoon winds blow fiercely, and in the small house, mother got up early to light the charcoal stove. The pot of ginger water was boiling, the spicy aroma spread throughout the kitchen. Mother said: "The weather is getting cold, drink some ginger water in the morning to warm your stomach, to avoid catching a cold." In the early cold of the season, just hearing mother's laughter, looking at her figure working hard by the fire is enough to see how gentle and warm this November is.

November - the month when the days have not yet passed but the night has already come. It is only 6 o'clock but the sky is already dark, the streetlights shine down on the small streets. Outside, people are rushing home after a long day, carrying the first cold of the season still on their clothes. In each house, the smell of new rice spreads, the sound of laughter around the warm tray of food, the sound of ladles hitting the steaming pot of soup - all create a picture of simple happiness. In the cold outside, there is nothing more pleasant than the feeling of sitting with loved ones, eating a simple meal together, telling each other stories after a busy day, worrying, and struggling to make a living.

November is also a month that makes people's hearts easily moved. There are afternoons, standing in the cold wind, we suddenly feel a vague sadness creeping into our hearts - a sadness without a clear form, only knowing that it is missing. Missing someone, missing a time that has passed, or simply missing ourselves in the old years. Some people say that November is a month for sensitive souls, people who are easily moved by every small change in nature. Maybe that's true. Because in the first chill of the season, who hasn't felt their hearts soften, as if wanting to find something far away.

And in the midst of those countless emotions, November also reminds us of a very special day - Teacher Appreciation Day. Fresh flowers, simple wishes, grateful eyes... all seem to bring us back to our school days. The image of a devoted teacher next to a lesson plan, each white chalk line on the board remains a beautiful memory in everyone's heart. No matter how far away we go, when November knocks on the door, our hearts still sink, we still feel the need to stop and say a word of thanks, even if it's just in our hearts.

For each person, November has its own color. For those who are far from home, it is the month of homesickness. For those who are in love, it is the month of warmth and embraces. For those who are lonely, it is the month of quiet memories. But no matter the circumstances, November always makes people feel gentle - like a silent note in the music of life.

Ha Trang

Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/van-hoa/dieu-gian-di/202511/thang-11-noi-yeu-thuong-tim-ve-272020a/