November's honey coloured afternoon light falls softly, and lingers for a short time. For a few days more, the Toronto skyline is bejeweled with leaves of topaz, amber and gold. The air is different. You can smell the snow in the air, and there's a scent of wood smoke rising from stately brick homes of the city.
Darkness comes early. With it, the city fills with glowing lights. Strings of Christmas lights begin to appear in trees, along fences, and over archways. Shop windows take on a warm, glow; and candle light shimmers from restaurant tables, as couples lean in closer, to listen to stories of the day.
In kitchens around the city, the lights are on, while dinner is being prepared - fresh pasta boiling on the stove in one house, big bowls of chicken soup next door, and curried vegetables being heaped on dinner plates across the street.
November. Curling up inside on a rainy night, reading under the warm glow of candescent lamplight. Golden moments.
November. Curling up inside on a rainy night, reading under the warm glow of candescent lamplight. Golden moments.
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