She thought about it and decided that this was, just maybe, the saddest November she could recall. The darkness was falling, like a curtain, a little lower each day. All the things she once loved about this place, the cold crunch of snow beneath her feet and the brilliance of a gazillion stars overhead, just didn't seem to be enough to satisfy the present.
Of course, she was well aware that she was projecting into the future. A distant day when she would be, could be, happy. Where the dreams of twenty years would begin coming true, popping into reality like kernels of corn.