November was for the unexpected.

It was for solo road trips to unknown places: reunions, poutine, face masks, arm scratches, watercolor, and the long-awaited exploration of abandoned buildings. It was a month scattered with broken days, twinkle lights, long awaited unions, sportsball, tried traditions, first snows, not enough coffee dates, and kisses in the rain.

November was an in-between month, one of confusion in seasons: trying to understand why there is no snow in me when I expect there should be.