November Blues

I like the month of November, when the days get very, very briefly,
when the air damp and cold through the lungs picks up,
when the fog swallowed the world
and when you walk through the fields, and mean you live alone on this planet.
I like the white and blue shimmering light,
I like looking at the end of nowhere
and everything can be possible, or even nothing.

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