November

Is always the coldest of months.
Not in terms of weather. Just in terms of what it represents.
Death. An Ending.
It always seems so much bleaker in this month than any other.
December fills you with the warmth of family and Holy Days.
January brings the birth of a new year.
February is for lovers and points toward the Spring.
But for 30 days, November stands like an immobile monolith, casting a grey pallor across the landscape of an individual's soul.