The eve of November seems a good time to say it sucks.
In November sometimes ...
November is like ...
In November it's easier to speak in meme's.
Because frankly we're too tired to string sentences. We're too busy to be coherent. We're running too low to be original.
It's been a long year. I hate Thursdays.
BUT. Tomorrow it is December.
And just today I tasted it in the air. Holidays.
Christmas and family time and lazing.
Swimming and small domestic jobs and food and lightness.
Beaches and friends and beer and seafood.
It's coming. But it's not here yet.