"It was November...
the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds,
deep, sad hymns of the sea,
passionate wind-songs in the pines.
Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park,
and, as she said,
let that great sweeping wind
blow the fogs out of her soul."
L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables)
I love the imagery of this quote....don't you?
