November

Funny. A month named after another number. Nowadays it should be called Undecember.
IX or XI.
Another arbitrary aspect of our grown time culture.

November Rain, Guns 'n' Roses...
Do you remember?
When I was working as ski-instructor in the south of Upper-Austria, it was the only rock title in the jukebox of one of the local pubs. Most of the rest was either Austrian folk music, German "Schlager" or US/British Disco stuff.

In 2016 I am switching to Youtube and I am listening to the tune again.

In newspeak it means No for someone named Vember...

Back to Axel Rose again. "... in the cold Novmber rain"

It is already dark outside. 18:32 local time. Today I have discovered the incredible patterns that the process of decay has left on the vine leafs in our garden. Just before dawn I was alone with the dog in a little forest nearby - fallen leaves around us. Thoughts were absent, technology seemed to be absent.

But the dog lead and my clothes remind me of the old dependence. At least time was absent. However, the leaves might resemble nature's clock: A sign for the coming winter but also a promise for new fresh leaves next spring.

While Slash is playing his guitar solo just for me, my time crystal says: Leave 'em alone with your sentimental gobbledegook.

And it's right.

Buh bye