The beginning of November is one of my favorite times of the year. There’s a stillness to it that precedes the ramp-up in activity before holiday season and after the new year starts. It’s a restful time, the calm before the storm.
My life is often loud, always busy, with little time for reflection and solitude. As a writer, it’s even more difficult to be alone. Those few quiet minutes I find don’t last, as characters from my imagination stop by to keep me company or nudge me to write down their stories. It can be difficult to silence them.
But these first few days of November—when the winds turn chill and the trees settle in to their slumber—are the perfect time to turn inward and take a few days or even moments to listen to the stillness and let myself steep in the quiet.