Halloween was a cold, blustery affair last night.
The trees were nearly bent double and little snow flurries whipped by.
Apparently some kids went out trick or treating but only three came to our house last night. It was fun though, dressing up in my monkey outfit while my fiancé dressed as a banana. It felt like a nice Halloween.
And now it’s November. Time for Thanksgiving and Christmas and the New Year.
It also happens to be National Novel Writing Month. Or blogging. Or poetry. Or photography and painting. Whatever it is you decide for the month of November, I wish you the best of luck in your artistic endeavors.
I feel like I always need to make a commentary about it on the first day every year. I don’t know why. It just doesn’t feel right unless I do. Sometimes it’s good to just start the month out on the right foot.
Perhaps I’ll do some poetry.