November has come to its lonely end. The lake has turned into sheer glass through which one can still see the pebbles and sand beneath its surface. The snow is falling and turning everything into a vast, empty, white world. My Grandma Audrey has been gone for a month as of today. So much can happen in just one month, and it makes me feel so small in comparison to everything else in existence. The snow that has been falling and dancing through the little currents of wind is like a declaration that November has been conquered by December; an inevitable victory. Farewell, my sweet November.