The birth-month of the colour grey.
The dim season that reminds us, in cool hushed tones, that all things decay then pass.
Because our seemingly fool-proof escape plan includes the perfect hibernation scenario, we forget. Surely we will be one of the ones who succeeds to see yet another spring. It will not happen to us so we sleep even while awake and make plans of the forever kind.
Wake up! The gift of the November grey is the necessary reminder that we too will pass and we know not the time or place. We all pass. The gift is in the accepting of it.
November is not a morbid month. Decay and real growth are not mutually exclusive. Let your own colour be the vibrant contrast to the neutrality of this time. Open your eyes, breathe deeply, see the grey of this very season and choose to decay gracefully.