In his Chronicles of England, Richard Grafton wrote, “Thirty days hath November…” Yet, thirty days is sufficient time for this transitional month to bring one from one season into another.

November is the elegant bridge that leads from autumn to winter. As one walks across that bridge, autumn’s brilliant colors fade. The sun’s golden rays offer memories of fall’s disappearing warmth, but the days grow ever shorter. Delicate ice crystals from morning frost sometimes glazes the way ahead.

Yet, even as the trees have lost large amounts of leaves, some still cling to their leaves in an endless tug-of-war with winter’s rising wind. Ultimately, the wind will prevail, but not yet.

Those trees provide a reminder that beauty remains everywhere. It can be found in nature, people, and places. One need only seek it in good faith and one will find it.

Some November scenes: