Welcome to November, a rather nondescript month
serving only to separate the fashion season and the outright bitterness of
winter. It’s a time for remembrance and a time for Canadians to be proud of
being Canadians… before they need to wrap a scarf around their face and can’t
speak for another three months. Of my friends in the southern hemisphere, I can’t
say I’m not envious.
Last night, we watched as fluffy white flakes
fell in view of the back porch light; the first snow of the season set off by a
timed switch for November 1st. Of course, my housemate hit me with a
snowball as I entered the kitchen. It would have been un-Canadian not to.
This morning, I sit at my desk, attended by a
week old newspaper and thermos of green tea, motivated to work, yet still
putting it off to write this address. I’ve never considered November to be a
motivational month. Maybe because it’s really only one last fart of energy
before hibernation.
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