It’s almost December. I’m shocked. Where did my November go? Hmm….

It went to an indian summer, an endless fall. Got swallowed by the sorrow of a city rebuilding. 2001’s eleventh month was bandaged up and the year was given crutches and told to stay off the hurt month. It’s length was stolen by the bombs dropping on a faraway land where it was a long November. It evaporated into PHP, into an improved journaling tool. It beat a hasty retreat as I pelted it with my problems, worries and concerns. It fell asleep in the arms of mother October and grandmother September, pregnant with December.