I almost prefer November to October, because now we’ve done the active dying part and can be at peace with death.

A few remaining leaves will detach from their branches and fall quietly, some time in the dark that now takes a bigger part of the day.

After the heartbreak of October comes the slumber. It’s the giving up of something you can no longer hold on to. It is dispossession and liberation.

It is a good time to let go of the expectations, just before the countdown, before an arbitrary frontier between old and new year jerks us back to the wishing/hoping mode.

Rest well.