Last year around this time I was talking about November in one of my posts, and how it doesn't feel like a month, but more like a transitory period. This year I am faced with the same problem, and unlike last year, I am not going to try to gather inspiration or whatever to keep myself on a more positive note, I am just going to let it be. It's the time when I realise that it is too early to start getting exciting for Christmas, but it is late enough to remember that this year is soon coming to an end. I was reading the other day about something that happened in January, and I could have sworn that it happened like three months ago. It's insane how quick time flies. November is the month that throws me into a never-ending spiral of nostalgia and melancholy and sadness, probably more than any other month. I know that December is the one that brings the end of the year, and that's when you should be thinking about all the things that have happened during that year, but then I have distractions with the Christmas and the celebration and all that stuff. In November I've got nothing. Or that's what I'll let myself believe.