The Joy of Fall, part II: Dark November

NovemberMorningMoody blue-grey mornings. Low, menacing skies. The colour show is over and the last, tattered leaves are fluttering to the ground. A thin cold drizzle of rain falls wetly into already sodden earth.

It’s appropriate that Remembrance Day is in November. It is the saddest month of the year: pathetic fallacy time.

Yet I don’t find this dark month entirely unsatisfying. It has a beauty of its own: the mountains are starkly dramatic, and the weak winter sunshine provides a subtle, nuanced palette of opalescent colours in the sky and in the pools of water left after rain.


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