Reflecting anew in November on the great mystery of death
I love the month of November. In polite conversation with family and friends I have been making this pronouncement for years. Most think I am melancholic or depressed to enjoy a month as stark as November. But I love the month of November. I should also say that I live in upstate New York where November brings many gray, cold and dreary days. I love them. I like to sit beside a still lake and simply let the quiet and the silence envelop me.