When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the beir with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
William Shakespeare
Yes, it's that time again, the time I dread when we turn back the clock (and I'm not talking about getting nostalgic). It'll be dark by 5 p.m. now. It is, in a word, depressing. November is pretty much of a downer, with its focus on death and remembrance. The year is passing away, the garden is fading away, and the light is dimming. But what can you do? Me, I'm typing this while wearing my Dia de los Muertos pjs with the bright floral skulls. It's a good thing I like dark humor. Turn on the light box and pass the dark chocolates.
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