I don't know why. Maybe it's Thanksgiving. Maybe it's that almost-constant grey sky and perpetual misty rain. Or it's the colder weather. The scarves, the blankets, the comfy mornings spent in sweatshirts with steaming mugs of tea. It could be the chilly morning or afternoon runs where you need gloves and can see your breath in front of you. Maybe it's all of it.
Don't get me wrong--I do like sunshine and bright colors and all of that warm stuff. But I'd always rather sit beside a fire than a pool. I love a dreary day where the sun barely comes out. Even better if you don't actually have to leave the house. It makes me want to read and write things down on paper. I want to roll around in the coziness of it all.
There's just something about November.