All Saints is the saddest day of the year for me. I wait all year long for Halloween, start getting ready months in advance and then...it's over. Oh well, the consolation I have is that it will be back next year. The pumpkins are gone, the sky is blazing blue and somehow that just makes you sadder. Depressing but in the way you like to savor, bitter but attractively so. Bitter and melancholy, sweet in its own way but so terribly sad. Dry and thoughtful like November.
November 1st starts with bitter almond and slides into a cold stone-like phase which is offset by fermented autumn fruits and a hidden flower among the blasted green.