What is it about November?
November just seems to bring out the strange melancholy in me. I was up north at the cabin with Maggie's brother Steve this weekend for some chores and the final shut-down. We had a great time together.
When evening rolled around we went down to the lake, that's when the light began to fade, and the chill ran up my back. I don't mind too much, in fact I kind of like it. The reflections on the water echoed our thoughts of winter's approach.
