November days. Grey sheets of cloud make the conflagration of leaves pop. Chilly winds. Long sleeve shirts when you run. Scarves. Peppermint twist mocha. Thanksgiving. Excitement in the air. Holidays coming. Puffs of breath in the morning. Frost on the windshield, frost on the back. Frost in the grass, if you squint it looks like snow. Mittens, gloves, hats, sweaters. Itchy sweaters. Hot chocolate you burn you teeth on. Stiff fingers. Agonizing pain as you step out of the shower and into the arctic. Light early, dark early. Dark trunks against golden foliage. Something is happening.