November is my favorite month. Not only is it my birthday month, it is the month with the most beautiful weather. It is the epitome of FALL. The fall. This is the month when the leaves die delicately after showing the truest worn colors. This is the month of the year when it feels like magic as the leaves swirl in circles around you. Also, dear old thanksgiving comes annually, a time to stuff yourself and feel the warmth of those around you. This sounds cheesy, but I feel very at peace during this month. Let it begin!
Lord: it is time. The summer was so immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials,
and let loose the wind in the fields.
Bid the last fruits to be full;
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.
-Autumn Day, Rilke
Lord: it is time. The summer was so immense. 
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