Taking the November Way Home.

“Give me the end of the year an’ its fun

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When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;

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Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,

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Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,

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See the old table with all of its chairs

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An’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.”
–  Edgar A. Guest, Thanksgiving

There is something to November. Time has stumbled across the top of that mountain, but now it’s flying down. We’re all racing towards something. And if we’re lucky, it’s towards the good stuff.

The noise of those who share our madness. Crashing into time together with shared stories, cackling in the kitchen and dancing in the hall. Making bets and declarations for the year to come. Passing plates and toasting blessings. November races away from us just as it opens its door, waving us home.

With winter and December breathing down our necks, it’s getting dark, but here we’ve got these busy, maddening days to be our streetlights as we race home.

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