November has always been my favorite month. After the activity of summer and autumn, November for me is a time of snuggling down, quiet and reflective and cozy. There's winter to look forward to, going slow and turning focus inward. There's the post-harvest celebration of Thanksgiving and family and friends, mugs of soup or stew. And, okay, I'll admit it, anticipation of presents to come in December. ;)
Since we've started cruising, though, November just hasn't given me the same snuggly feeling. Since we're always traveling in a bubble of 70 degree weather, moving north in the summer and south in the winter, we don't feel the rhythm of the seasons. My bio-clock has seriously lost its calibration. An unexpected -- although admittedly minor -- downside of being a snowbird.
|What my Novembers look like now; stormy sky above and anchorage in Georgia|