November

November is a wonderful month. At the beginning we eat Halloween candy, in the middle we have a Thanksgiving feast, and at the end we sing Christmas carols. Somewhere in there is apple cider, pumpkin pie, holiday movies, and colorful leaves.

When I think of November I can smell the spicy aroma of cinnamon and apples. I see the pumpkins, turkeys, and piles of beautiful leaves. I can feel the millions of tiny raindrops falling from enormous gray clouds. The sky is a beautiful, rich, dark, blue in the mornings and a pale overcast white in the afternoons. The nights are ravaged by mighty rainstorms. Thunder and lightning shake the ground. The days are spent staring out the window at the beauty of nature, rather then paying attention in class. The world seems to have a golden glow. I can taste the salty morning mist, and the crisp evening air chills me to the bone.

The month is a transition time. A walk outside can be chilly even though the sun is shining. November is our last glimpse of fall before we are engulfed by the icy chill of winter. It is the climax of the season, where one may look upon all of the glory of fall. No other month is like it. Because November is so sincerely unique, so genuinely gorgeous, I will always look upon it as the absolute best month of the year.