this won't last forever

Autumn here is not just a backdrop, but a mood - fragile, slightly damp, with the smell of cold rain. Leaves fall, thoughts race, and anxiety slowly builds inside: as if a storm is hiding behind a sunny day, and its rumble can be heard even before it arrives. Everything seems beautiful, but the ashes of anticipation are already settling on this beauty.

And in this dark viscosity, there is a bright hint - to dance, even if the rain is cold, even if you are trembling inside. The track sounds like an internal debate between fear and hope: the storm will pass anyway, and maybe it's worth looking up at least once, not to look for a hurricane, but just to breathe in the air while it's still there.