Saturday, 1 November 2014
Your predecessor proved to be unusually warm. My scarves and gloves are waiting patiently inside my wardrobe, but I can sense that they would very much like to be worn soon. I'm looking forward to the first truly cold day too, you know, the kind that calls for knitted jumpers (novelty prints are preferred), and that extra pair of leggings.
One of my earliest memories takes place on one of your crisp nights of times gone by, November. Wearing my favourite bobble hat, safely held in my mother's arms, I'm pointing up at your inky sky as fireworks dance and twirl amongst the stars. I wonder if the stars are happy to have some new company up there, if only for the briefest of moments. I can still smell the salty ocean mixed with the thick fog of firework dust. Don't tell the others, but I think these vivid memories you evoke may make you my favourite month.
You bring with you crisp nights heavy with the scent of smokey bonfires, the promise of visits to the Christmas shop full of decorations, glitter and happy memories, and that added sparkle that I can't quite encapsulate into words. This year you also bring a hint of sadness. In many ways I can't believe it's been a year since we had to say goodbye, it's really quite incredible how time seems to fly by faster each year. I wasn't there, but I know you understood; perhaps it was all in my imagination, but I think you stopped by that evening to make sure everything was okay. We promise to light some sparklers just for you and remember the good times, always.
Welcome back, November.
It truly is so wonderful to see you.