“First snow: it came this year late in November.”
“November comesAnd November goes,With the last red berriesAnd the first white snows.With night coming early,And dawn coming late,And ice in the bucketAnd frost by the gate.The fires burnAnd the kettles sing,And earth sinks to restUntil next spring.”
“Sometimes Sonny felt like he was the only human creature in the town. It was a bad feeling, and it usually came on him in the mornings early, when the streets were completely empty, the way they were one Saturday morning in late November.”
“It was one of those years when there was no summer. There was no winter either. It was just November all year that year.”
“It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”
“The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?”