Once Upon A Dark November

I went for a walk tonight, in the cold and crisp November night. It was cold, so very cold. But it was so clear, and beginning to become completely barren. It was perfect for November. I don't know what it is about November and me. But there is something about this month. I never feel the way i feel in November any other time. I am not sure i can even explain it. It is depressing and haunting...but at the same time completely inviting and desirable and embracing. It is like the haunting beauty, but less beautiful and more...hallow. November is a very hallow month. Once upon a dark November. That might be precisely it.

The snow is beautiful. When did snow start captivating me? Since i stopped living in the city i suppose. It's enchanting when i walk in a world of powdery, white sparkles, with billions of stars above in a black sky and a full white moon shining almost too brightly, casting beams of pure light onto the earth lacking any colour below. And white snowflakes drop silently to the ground, collecting as a thicker and thicker blanket that sleeps over the ground. And it is so very late out, so there is no one and nothing around. The world is deathly silent, except for my tiny hesitant steps that dare to enter into such a peaceful, beautiful sight. Hesitant lest even one footstep ruin the completely serene and perfect world that envelopes me. It is haunting really, because it is so beautiful.