A Letter to November

*I'm feeling pensive so I'll be a pretentious piece of shit*

Dear November,

I don't ever remember liking you very much. Your brother, October, was even worse for me with all his heart-attack-inducing scares and creeping crawlers, not to mention the one-time PSATs. You, on the other hand, were on the recovery end of October and always reminded me of the gray, cold, blistering chill of winter and the horrors Native Americans suffered. However, this year Texas decided that you were to be awarded with a multitude of warm, sunnies days all consisted of spotless blue skies that seem to stretch on forever and one miraculous night time snowfall that left the roofs and lawns dusted with white the next morning. Truly November, you've spoilt me.

Sadly, your month is wrapping up quickly which means that the SATs are just around the corner. December is my dread this year, with the start of the SATs and the ending of an unsuccessful semester. It seems that I've been looking towards the future more and more, neglecting to live in the present and forgetting to think about the past. You were always that stable month, the incipient of the whirlwind that is the end of the year. You seem so quiet, so giving, so present. This year, I was allowed to enjoy the beautiful days you have graciously granted me and I've learned from my walks. You taught me lessons in life that I have brushed off time after time. When I stopped looking forward, I saw you. You stood there - waiting - and in your hands, you held a pair of glasses. Sometimes, I watched the world with a new set of eyes, a fresh perspective. I gave you back those glasses - the change was too much for me - but I promise you, in the near future (look at that, we're talking about the future), I will find the courage to put them back on. Permanently.

November, my gratitude for you is truly ineffable. I will always remember.

Azalea