I’ve wondered if November being my favorite month hints towards my egotism. I was born on the same day as my Grandfather on November 24th. This month used to mean wishing for birthday presents and getting together with family. As my family and I evolve, I guess some of November is still about those things but that’s not really why I love this month. I love November for its moodiness and its beauty. November’s grey, windy, cold days perfectly contrast with its warm, sunny, idyllic ones. Cool and warm, good good things. The turbulent weather reminds me that feelings of depression are not necessarily things to run from. People hide inside from cool rain on the grey windy days, the best days of the year. They also hide inside from loneliness, addiction, and abandonment. But emotions are like weather - change is inevitable. We can’t stay inside every time it rains. We would miss so much. Once we get out it in, the inherent beauty and cleansing that the earth provides hits us in the face. It feels good. Our parents told us not to play in the rain, and society tells us to not be sad. Where would we be if we never danced in the rain with our lovers or cried to songs that destroy us? Sadness, loneliness, rain, wind, and cold are just as worthwhile and important as sunny happiness. Without the cold in our bones in Fall, we would not fully understand the beauty of the sun on our faces in Summer. I love November for this weather. I love November for reminding me what I have in this world and what I have lost. 

I’ve wondered if November being my favorite month hints towards my egotism. I was born on the same day as my Grandfather on November 24th. This month used to mean wishing for birthday presents and getting together with family. As my family and I evolve, I guess some of November is still about those things but that’s not really why I love this month. I love November for its moodiness and its beauty. November’s grey, windy, cold days perfectly contrast with its warm, sunny, idyllic ones. Cool and warm, good good things. The turbulent weather reminds me that feelings of depression are not necessarily things to run from. People hide inside from cool rain on the grey windy days, the best days of the year. They also hide inside from loneliness, addiction, and abandonment. But emotions are like weather - change is inevitable. We can’t stay inside every time it rains. We would miss so much. Once we get out it in, the inherent beauty and cleansing that the earth provides hits us in the face. It feels good. Our parents told us not to play in the rain, and society tells us to not be sad. Where would we be if we never danced in the rain with our lovers or cried to songs that destroy us? Sadness, loneliness, rain, wind, and cold are just as worthwhile and important as sunny happiness. Without the cold in our bones in Fall, we would not fully understand the beauty of the sun on our faces in Summer. I love November for this weather. I love November for reminding me what I have in this world and what I have lost. 

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