I THINK NOVEMBER is the month with the loveliest name — to me the word implies a transitory beauty, fall to frost, the heavier jacket, thicker socks, and teatime all the time.
‘NOVEMBER’ rolls off the tongue. Try saying it in a British accent and it sounds twice as nice, or write it in your best cursive, it looks regal.
NOVEMBER means polls, unwillingly dragging the ice scraper out from the trunk (seems like I just put it there in May), turning on the heater, the resulting spike in my utility bill, another turkey-less Thanksgiving, and beginning the count until the ever-nearing holiday, “Christmas.”
Finally, the Gorillaz said it best: November has come.
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