This is always the chilliest month. True, January and February bring the coldest temperatures and the roughest weather, but by then we’ve had enough time to acclimate ourselves to the freeze. This year especially, the first few days of cold weather will be a shock to the system. We’ve gone soft with the spectacular October we’ve had.
That velvet curtain seems to have come to a swift close, and like some cosmic thermostat, the temperature seems to have been put back to right. It may be appropriate and typical, but that doesn’t ease the jolt that these first few truly fall days has given.
The wet leaves on a sidewalk remind me of walking back to my dorm at Brandeis after dinner. I may have eaten with a friend or two, but somehow I’d end up stopping at the library, or they would head in another direction, and I’d make the last part of the walk by myself. The sun had long since fallen, and the false lights along the way were no match for the darkness. A stand of trees surrounding my dorm rendered the street lamps mostly powerless anyway.
On the darker days, when the world beat me down, when I flailed in desperate attempts to understand the physics involved in mapping out an astronomy project, I’d return to a black and empty dorm room. That first year I lucked out: my roommate had quickly found a girlfriend and spent much of his time with her, so it was basically like living in a single. I cherished the solitude. Still, as I looked out the third floor window of my room, at the pine tree fanning its needles in the faint glow of moonlight, I wondered how long it might be before solitude turned to loneliness. On those evenings, I’d let Enya play in the background while I tucked into bed, waiting for the light of day to make things better.
I’LL WAIT THE SIGNS TO COME.
I’LL FIND A WAY
I WILL WAIT THE TIME TO COME.
I’LL FIND A WAY HOME.
MY LIGHT SHALL BE THE MOON AND MY PATH, THE OCEAN.
MY GUIDE THE MORNING STAR AS I SAIL HOME TO YOU.
November always starts in the same desolate fashion.
Yet there is hope. The earliest snowfalls lend magic to the gray forest.
The cold days give way to cozy nights by candlelight and fire.
A promise of holiday enchantment; a winter wonderland waiting to rise.
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