As the hubbub of Halloween and the autumnal glow slowly draws to a close, November unfurls it’s lazy wings, ready to take its rightful time in spotlight. Albeit a muted spotlight, November lends a particularly quiet and solemn mood to the year. Suddenly every alone moment feels like a Sunday, just-about crinkled bed sheets, feather-soft beneath your skin. Trickling sunshine at the oddest of hours (though always before four o’clock), not warm but enough to bring a tiny smile to the corners of your lips. It’s prime time for alone time in a world that is suddenly governed by ‘staying connected’ and ‘being seamlessly connected’.
Why alone time is great:- Sweaters with thumbholes. Entire mugs of tea without interruption. The revival of the great pineapple bun. Time to get your action plan noted down, even if that is just ‘Watch Black Mirror until dinnertime’. Flickering candlelight. Listening to the soothing and persistent pitter-patter of autumn rain. Just enough quiet time to gather your thoughts and mildly panic about Christmas shopping. Nobody to judge you for wearing your most garish (and therefore most comfortable) loungewear. Several hour long Netflix marathons. A little extra time to put towards that little creative project. It’s optimum time for an at-home manicure with no smudge risks.
Alone time is pretty great, isn’t it?