november december

i love this time of year because it's two months of incubation. a long ramp to a fresh start. two months of liminal music space, where you aren't adding anymore to your "2019" playlist, but haven't yet started a 2020 either. two months of old dead goals showing up alive, not dead, just hibernating, till the cold quiet weather brought them back to life. you start dreaming up a new plan for yourself. these are the months so packed, so full of deadlines and family and assignments and parties that your mind latches wildly onto any inspiration that floats along, logging it away for "when things settle down in the new year."

and once they do settle, you're left with a beautiful, full reawakening of yourself.