November is light and color: reflecting, piercing through, glowing on tree tops, casting shadows.
November is dramatic skies – blue or dark slate – either way, they look amazing behind butterscotch tinted tree tops.
November is frost and a little sheen of ice on puddles.
November is the river flooding and receding.
November is afternoon sunlight that seems to burn in a spiral through the bare-limbed trees, finding you no matter where you are.
November is the moon appearing to chase the sun from the sky.
November is quiet, stillness in twilight, cold.