November comes, and November goes With the last red berries, and the first white snows. When nights come early and dawn comes late, And there’s ice in the bucket and frost by the gate. The fires burn and the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest until next Spring. — November, by Elizabeth Coatsworth.
“Reading isn’t important because it helps to get you a job. It’s important because it gives you room to exist beyond the reality you’re given. It is how humans merge. How minds connect. Dreams. Empathy. Understanding. Escape.”
