October always symbolized the beginning of a new year for me. Hearing the wind, feeling it on my skin, getting cold in my light clothes, dark gray sky, falling leaves dancing on the ground... I waited for months to wear my winter clothes again. I loved looking out the window, watching the sky, the sun coloring the clouds in the evening after a long day of colorless view, the rain slowly hitting the window sill like singing a song, puddles on the concrete, people passing by with big umbrellas, trenchcoats, the smell of  earth, storms, rattling doors, power outages, candles, dinner by candlelight.. 

I wrote a song called Octoborn, because October feels like being born again. Waking up to a cold morning, lingering in bed, getting ready for winter...