If months were marked by colors, November in New England would be colored gray.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.
I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer's death as winter tightens its grip.
If anything, there's a difference in working with color in England and the color in the US.
Feeling a little blue in January is normal.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.
Color is born of the interpenetration of light and dark.
The month of November makes me feel that life is passing more quickly. In an effort to slow it down, I try to fill the hours more meaningfully.
The first time I ever saw people of any color was when D-Day left from my hometown in England, to go and free Europe from the war. And there was every color you could imagine, and I'd not seen that in England.
For me, the summer will be pure gray - mother-of-pearl gray, very pale gray. To me, this is the big statement for summer. Then we have light blue, light turquoise, lots of pink.