It is a sure sign that winter is edging in when I have to scrape the windshield. The days are inching along to the solstice and this November the temperature has been colder than usual. It is a season of sharp air carrying the smell of woodsmoke. A time when sound seems to carry in the clear air. The evenings deter going out as the darkness makes home seem cozier.
I like November for all these reasons and more. The rush feels done for now, and there’s the chance to just be still and absorb the world. Fields lie bare, beaches are quiet, and the sunsets are brilliant. It is a time apart and unto itself, perfect for following stray thoughts.