I'm in Love with November.

November is the perfect time of the year for me.

November is the time of friendships and family and love and happiness-quite frankly.

Maybe its just because the holiday season is right around the corner
and its the perfect time to break out the hot chocolate and warm blanket and watch the stars on those breath taking evenings from your front porch.

The weather tends to be perfect for leather jackets, sweaters, long socks, and boots- which happen to be my favorite clothing items of all time.

November holds a sort of magic.
Almost like July magic.
But July holds a summer-y, adventure-y sort of magic.
November holds a cozy, comfortable, adventure-y-all-the-same kind.

November seems to be a time of new love in my life.
(And not always the romantic kind, though that seems to be true too now that I think of it.)
November holds new friendships and renewals of old ones.
Its like re-finding that comfy place where you are going to spend your winter.
It is a time to discover new things to keep you busy during the cold months.
Its a time to remember all of the things you are grateful for and all of the people that mean the world to you.
Its a time to think of what gifts you want to surprise your loved ones with that you know they'll love.
Its the month where not shaving is completely fine-socially acceptable, even.
Its a time of comfort: where you finally settle into the school year and, in my case anyway, start finding a balance again.
Its a time to cuddle up on the couch and have cheesy Christmas special marathons-because really, what better is there to do with your time?

November is a time for change.
The good kind.
Its when leaves change colors and rain falls and sometimes, if we're lucky, we get some good snow.

November is the time to love and be loved.
And that might be the best part.

love always,

your dreamer
marley kay


 

PS I learned what an anaphora is today. And I'm pretty sure it's my favorite rhetorical device of all time. Actually, i use it way too much. But i feel fine about it so what evs.

PSS I can't believe I just wrote this blog post. I still have 2 essays to write and it's 1:13 in the morning. oops.

POWELL

Ok, so my family has been going to Lake Powell every summer since I was like... 2.

We just returned from our latest trip-which was very fun, despite the lack of doing anything on my part.

So they say a picture is worth a thousand words... so here are 21,000 words for you-plus a little commentary. :)

First, some lovely landscapes, all photos taken by yours truly :)

 

 BEAUTIFUL clear waters :)

 the way I spent most of my week.

 the book.

loved it. easy/quick read. read it in an afternoon. tears and laughter.

it starts slow and is a little tacky but the author's/character's sense of humor is remarkably close to my own so i just thought it was hilarious :)

 ok, there's a white spot in this rock on this rock that looks like pac man.

this photo does no justice.

 so the boys just spent their week digging holes.....

the first one is pictured above and the second below.

the first one was HUGE! and perfectly square, and they dug right down to the sand stone.

the second was smaller, round (obviously) and they filled it with water to float in-which actually worked surprisingly....

 sand castle? try city.

 So, near Waweap is the Glen Canyon Dam (pictured below)

(sorry the pic is blurry, it was taken out of the window driving 30+mph)

 We went into town and saw.....

 ok, it was too funny not to take a picture.

also, at the Dam Plaza, there is the....

 and the....

 haha sorry it was just too funny :)

 our beach as we drove away :'(

driving home, came around a corner in the canyon and this is what we see. too gorgeous NOT to take a picture.

All and all it was a fantastic and relaxing week! I had a lot of fun-even though the collar bone kept me from wake-boarding, tubing, etc. I had lots of naps, read a lot, and was able to enjoy a fantastic week

{Also I realized that this was probably my last family trip to Lake Powell of my youth... :'( but let's not dwell on it.}


Marley Kay
your dreamer.