October marked the end of the rainy season, with the sun finally generously spreading its light across the land, illuminating the path home.
October was also the season when the harvest was completed, a time of joy for the farmers as they gathered their food. At this moment, Xiulote stood on a hill, gazing southward.
There was the edge of the Mexican Valley, with fields full of dried, yellow cornstalks, and one could vaguely see farmers busy in the fields, collecting the remnants of the crop. The monsoon brought with it the distinct fragrance of grain, the scent of a bountiful harvest. It was the land of the Mexica.
On the Mexican Plateau, the corn harvest often began in mid-September and concluded by the end of September. This was the main sustenance for the farmers for the year, critical for their survival.