Tonight our semi-annual clock fiddling takes place once again.
An hour backwards from Daylight Saving Time, affording an extra hour of sleep on these colder mornings.
Just enough time to remind us, that the year is winding down, and soon, a long sleepy winter will be our companion.
A time to regenerate our weary souls, and make new plans for the coming year ahead.
A time to dream.
" It was November - the month of
crimson sunsets, parting birds,
deep, and hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
Anne roamed through the pineland
alleys in the park and, as she said,
let that great sweeping wind
blow the fog out of her soul.
L.N Montgomery
~ Anne of Green Gables
