
I have always liked the look of Alabama Novembers. To me cloudy gray days mean Thanksgiving is coming. It is a moody look, but one I happen to love. Melville's Ishmael tells us that ". . . whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul . . . I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball." For me the mood is more bittersweet and not nearly so dramatic.