NOVEMBER. digging the first warm scarf out of the wardrobe. white chocolate. the scent of perfume still clinging to the leather strap of a wristwatch. steps echoing in empty hallways. trips to museums followed by endless discussions at a nearby café. short red nails and cold-flushed cheeks. morning pilates. sleek black notebooks filled to the brim. the hunt for the perfect turtleneck. paperbacks in paper bags. pumpkin soup. the glow of buildings washed in fog at night. powdery gourmand fragrances. knit sweaters and short skirts. green tea for a floral-fragrant wake up call during a long day. constantly fighting the dread armed with a full calendar.