A few days ago I walked along the edge of a nearby lake with a neighbor couple and we remarked on how beautiful the day was; how great the autumn weather had been; and how terrific the golden leaves were on the trees that framed the pathway along which we were walking.
Then November arrived. I just returned from checking out that pathway again. And while the weather is still decent, there is a threat of something sort-of ominous hanging in the air. The clouds over the mountains, which had been so crisp and white that day are now a gunmetal grey. The leaves that were so startling and full-framed around us are gone – not just gone from the trees, but actually gone. Where did they disappear to in such a short time?
November is both the official “last month” of autumn and the “first month” of winter. It’s also the beginning of new adventure; time to take risks and do the unexpected. An interesting month for writers.
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