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A forgotten month

November, the forgotten month. It gets overshadowed. People wait patiently (or not so patiently) for it to end for December can come along in all its glory and holidays. November though, it still has the leaves that crunch under your feet, the crisp wind that nips your ears and nose, and the small flurries that hint at a magical, white, incoming winter. November is a month of transition, a month of closure. Closure of the fall, closure of a year, the leaves have their closure as they depart from their trees, we have closure from the sun which won’t peek out from behind the clouds for another three months. This month can feel dull and dead, it can feel cold and dark but, the leaves dying make way for snow. As the brown leaves retire from their trees, they make way for new leaves come spring. November is dull so that the renaissance that is spring can take full effect, bringing its newness and brightness. November is a reminder to us that there has to be dark before light. There’s something poetic about November.