There’s
just something about falling in love in November, thought
Steve. Something … timely.
Something … special.Steve’s incredible
shaving-brush-like moustache is
gray now. It’s lasted a long time, there at the ranch and up
at Steve’s cabin,
and it deserves to be such an elegant gray.
Falling in
love, Steve said to himself, just
couldn’t be all that terrific. November … the Native
American’s hunger moon.
The month of storms and danger, when smart outdoorsmen
practiced being even
smarter indoorsmen.
But Steve
always thought there was a slice
of flavor inside a November romance because of the month’s
hardships. Some of the
longest lasting and happiest marriages began with a November
romance. He
silently recited several November bondings that appeared to be
happily headed
for eternity.
Women are
truly wonderful, even in November.
They’re soft and warm and cuddly. If a guy finds himself in
need of a snuggle,
a woman is at the top of the list.
Oh, a dog is
okay, he thought. But a woman …
when it works right … is the best.
Maybe someday,
Steve thought. Have to think
about that kinda hard this winter.’
After
November. Nothing serious should be
planned in November.
Unless, of course,
the right woman should
come along ……
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