(If it's not too bold, may I say, sweet November?)
On this, your last day with us I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you. Honestly, wow. Not to put you in a box or anything, or to suggest you are a one-trick pony of leaves dropping and skies curdling gray-- but seriously, who knew?
Who knew you had such temperatures inside you? Days upon days upon days-- right up until today of warm, easy mornings and soft afternoons. I write to you in jeans and a t-shirt which along with a pair of sneakers and a cotton cardigan is all that I wore this morning on our little walk together.
I will admit, I've known you a long time and had no idea under that raw, brute shell of gray lay a heart of gold.
So thank you. It made a world of difference and I soaked in every last drop-- even the roses are still blooming-- huzzah.
I'd also like to take this moment to thank the WPA.
November, I know this isn't really specific to you, but if you don't mind sharing the dias for a minute-- because this lovely park where the dogs and I walk--- this lovely, lovely park that has gentle trails and sits above the river and is hugged tight by a half-moon of moss-covered stone walls that the people of WPA built. Well, I just want to give them some props-- making something of beauty during a time of terrible stress and deprivation-- a place of beauty that survives to this day-- generations later. I love that kind of visioning.
Okay, back to you Miss Eleventh Month.
Don't think I don't know you are a bad ass. Sure, lots of people might assume you're like the dirge coming around the corner on a breeze kicking up a swirl of dead leaves, but I know better. I know you secretly let your freak flag fly.
But mostly, thanks for sending us out in a shower of yellow and gold-- that was so super kind.
Peace out, November-- see you next year.