There’s something peculiar about November 20th. It’s not quite Thanksgiving, not yet the holiday rush. It’s the pause before the crescendo—the day that slips between the cracks of calendars and celebrations.

But maybe that’s its charm.

On this day, the trees are half-bare, like they’re undecided. The air carries a whisper of winter, but still smells faintly of fallen leaves. People start to speak in future tense: “We’ll get the turkey,” “We’ll decorate soon,” “We’ll slow down eventually.” But today? Today is still ours.

It’s a perfect day for small rebellions:

• Write a letter to someone who wouldn’t expect it.
• Take a walk without your phone.
• Start a story with no ending in mind.

Because November 20th is a liminal space—a quiet spark before the storm. And sometimes, the most interesting things happen in the in-between.