One of the lovely things about November, among all the doom and gloom of grey skies and shortened days, is the softness of the landscapes.
As colour is stripped from view, it is easier to discern the multiple textures that make up the endless varieties of grasses, bushes and plants that are left behind.
There is a gentle lightness to the whole... a soft fluffiness that floats on the wind.
Go softly, November.
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