November started today. Unusual day for this month. High temperatures are not common. Maybe it’s a sign that things are not as they should be or at least as we think they should be, the way we are used to. But I am not going to talk about global warming because in the end if we think about it, global warming is the reason today there were 20 degrees out there. I remember November as a harsh, cold month with frosty mornings and evenings, extremely cold nights and bright sunny cold days. In fact my favorite day throughout the year is a November day: clear sky, few white clouds, empty trees, a little cold wind, weak sun but still very tender in sheltered places… I remember a day like this was on my 17-th birthday. I wonder if I am going to see such a day this year as I fear that even if today it’s nice and sunny, tomorrow I am going to wake up in a blizzard. The good part about a blizzard is that it stops traffic for a few days as all cars are snowed in.
There is something in each day, something that reminds me of places, people, feelings, scents… The whole reminding part lasts but a few seconds before it fades away or before I try to hang on to it. It’s just like when you smell leaves burning and you remember your childhood in the country side. Or like when the wind blows in a certain way which reminds you of another draft that dried your tears a few years ago. And I can write about this another 100 rows.
At a certain point I was asked which was my favorite month and I said November. And by saying that I am going back home… in my mind of course. In that small town, on that street that never changes, in a place that is always the same in my mind.