LATE IN NOVEMBER

The most perfect November from all I can recall, calm and silent, foggy moist mornings, covering thick milky shroud of mist, steam from the marsh, someones breath. In the daytime the air is so tinkling and transparent, it feels like even a barely audible whisper can be heard miles away.

One day, I make myself coffee with cinnamon and ginger and go strolling. I sit on a swing, look up on birds nests and bare branches. One day, my old friend arrives in my city for 38 hours and we spend them in eternal talks about Life, the Universe, and Everything. Those night-and-day-talks with a short break for sleep, you know. 

I make pancakes, the silence is not tense, but soft and enveloping. I burn candles (Frosted Leaves, Birch, Mountain Lodge Fireside), I listen to an old Edith Piaf vinyl, I make the most necessary drink: sliced ginger, orange and a bit of apple in a mug, I add also a spoon of honey and fill the mug with boiled water, ready. I cook lentils and vegetables, I combine everything I find on my shelfs, I feel a bit like a witch, a bit like Douglas Spaulding's grandmother.

  

MOOD

These bands and especially these songs keep the level of calm-everyday-magic in my life. And videos are so perfectly tender.  What a precious piece of wonder. 
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HELLO NOVEMBER

I truly love November for the numbness, calmness and appeasement it brings. This time I'm a bit (a lot) in disharmony with myself, I don't like my hair length and my window view (two very important things). They both might change soon, and I try to deal with them. November is a time when fairy tales get closer than ever, when all that weird little creatures gradually encircle you. You can notice them in fallen leaves and between the branches if you'd look closer. It's time for Marsh Crone to brew her beer, for all  little beings it's a time to get ready for winter. For those-who-cannot-be-called by-name it's a season of acquiring power. Magic time, though.

For me personally it's a time of apple pies and silence. I have herbal tea (cassis, fireweed, meadowsweet and clover), I see two jays in a neighbours garden, it's the first time I see them, before there were only turtledoves and magpies. On the other day we were in a middle age castle, mom bought for me a porcupine quill at the market.