A few days of September have already passed and here in Italy you can already feel the change of season. Although the days are still sunny, the temperatures are no longer like the summer ones and going to the beach is only worthwhile on unventilated days and during peak hours. Almost all of them will have resumed their work, because in September there are few who go on vacation; and most will have already made a plan for the next few months, which are expected to be tough from a social point of view, due to the pandemic that with the reopening of schools (next week) could trigger a new wave with consequent lockdown.
State aid will not be able to last forever, and the blocking of layoffs imposed by the Italian state could end soon .. so the sooner the vaccine is introduced the better it will be for the good of the country. This also applies to the rest of the world. Until now we have been able to observe the effects of the pandemic mainly in the spring period … but autumn is the most difficult period because in addition to the reopening of the schools there will also be the flu and the cold to worsen the situration
November is over, and it’s about to begin December. What is the saddest month of the year? Probably for many it is November. Instead December and January are months of holidays and February is a month of preparation for the spring of 21st March.
In November the leaves of the trees are red, the cold becomes more intense and people stuff themselves with coats. In our mind, the idea that the current year is coming to an end comes into our mind.
In the United States in November there is a Thanksgiving Day, which is considered a very important party. Instead in the other western countries there is the party of November 1 (all saints days) which however is considered a sad recurrence because it is used as commemoration of the dead, that happens just the following day.
Although November is for many the excellence month of autumn, many consider it as a month of reconciliation with the nature. The Danish Philosopher Kierekegaard wrote:
“In autumn everything reminds us of twilight, – and yet, it seems to me the most beautiful season: he wanted the sky then, when I will live my twilight, that there must be someone who then loves me as I loved the autumn.”