I came across a paper on it was written” October document.” no date, nothing at all. This prompted me to look in the mirror at the face looking back at me an elderly man with sad eyes. A man I didn´t know who carried my face or was it my face? The inner me looked pretty different, more youthful, I thought. In my old house, I had no mirrors except the one in the bathroom that mirror was always steamed up; I preferred it that way. A woman moved in, and suddenly I had many mirrors. It is difficult to know oneself without illusion, it helps to have a friend to tell us the truth as she/sees it. But are they telling the truth they don´t know what you think? October is a strange month, it can be mild, it knows what is coming. Sleet and winter storm, with and yellow leaves, it accepts the fate, check the roof and firewood and waits.