November, to me, is when it really starts to feel like fall. The night comes earlier, and is darker, quieter. The air outside is scented with fallen leaves and wood fires, inside with soups and baked bread.
If spring is a time of new beginnings and rebirth, than fall is surely its opposite. It feels as old and comfortable as the sweaters that have just been pulled from their summer slumber. The colors, the shades of gray and gold, are warm and gentle.
These songs envelop all of these feelings for me. They feel wrapped in antiquity, comfortable, familiar, and slightly haunting. They are at once as warm as blankets pulled from cedar-lined chests, and as chilly as the air sneaking in under old window panes. They are the sounds, at least for me, of fall.
I hope you enjoy them.