It was November,

the month of crimson sunsets,

parting birds,

deep, sad hymns of the sea

passionate wind-songs

in the pines.

~L.M. Montgomery

taking time simply to notice the smell of leaves…

inquiry for today~ what do you want to not miss this month?

aligned well

I wish we could talk about our hearts

like we talk about the weather,

because whether or not we are okay

is more important

than the chance of rain.

~R.H. Swaney