Norway Of The Year
“ November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.” ― Emily Dickinson Oh, time does move so decidedly and, suddenly, the end of November is here, as if a stealthy shadow sneaked behind a building when you were not watching and now it has enveloped you fully and for an escape, there is none. And temperatures tell you so, too, and not in a shy way. The first snow is here and so is the early evening darkness. The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of old Are with me from the past... ― A.E. Hausman But this blog is not about Norway and not about November, either. There is a lot to write about that fascinating country, its history and all that happened in it and because of it. There is a lot to write about that fascinating penultimate oddly named month, too, how it came to be and all those world-changing events which happened during that month. But I don't have time for much writing right now - maybe lat...