I have always found sunny days in November ominous in their loveliness. Something about long shadows all day connotes a mood of perpetually dying day. And if November's trend were to continue, might not the sun sink behind the horizon forever and the world slip to eternal darkness?
I love them and and loathe them. I'd like to say they are better than the nostalgic gray cold we had Sunday, but I'm not so prejudiced. I love them both more than I loathe them. Time passes with persistence, and perhaps even a bit of grace. Why worry?
