Dear November, You’re the door the ghosts return through for a brief moment and the big table with extra leaves that we set for everyone we've ever known. The ones we loved, the ones we harmed, the ones we've lost, the ones who shared our youth, the ones who made us laugh, the ones we married, the ones we buried, the ones who gave us a second chance, the ones who got away, the ones who fed us, the ones who gave us nicknames, the ones we spent one sweet night with, the ones who really saw us, the ones who had our backs, the ones who scared us, the ones who cured us, the ones we'd give anything to see again. You’re the month for remembering, for stitching and binding the past to the present. You’re the blessing of the saints, the forgiveness of sins, the welcome mat for chickens that have come home to roost, the extra place setting for the prodigal son, the old stories told around the fires, the long goodbye of the year. XOXO Nikki
