Reluctantly, we enter the annual zone of transition.

The look of the land has changed. We are edging into winter.

The water on Grand Traverse Bay looks colder, and the opposite shore is invisible, shrouded in mist and swirling snow.

A bit of warm brown hangs on in the woods, the ground is still green in the cherry orchards,

and certain apple orchards contribute spots of bright red to the scene.

As long as there is light, there will be color, even when a winter-weary spirit sees only stark black and white.

However you see the world in November, be careful on the roads!