Here is November again! November, with its lashing rains, its blazing yellows, its startling sunrays, its foggy forgiveness.
The dark & the rain now again envelope my morning & evening commutes – so I can walk invisibly , with cap turned on, looking up at lighted windows, wondering at the lives being lived there.
Now I can again gaze out of autumnal windows, at home,
or traveling, peering through rain drops, watching the changing skies, the violently
shaking trees.
And the autumnal park, how it is so yellow, how the
wet tree barks are so shiningly black, and the yellow leaves so luminous. How a
sudden sunray can set ablaze a wet wooden bench.
