SelfPub: Everything comes unnoticed

Everything comes imperceptibly... and even November. Despite the fact that the eleventh month of the year is called the paradise of pessimists, for me personally it has always been and remains the beginning of something magical, dear, sincere and pre-holiday. For some, it is completely inconspicuous, boring and cold, but for me it is very family and important. A month of warm memories, black and white photographs, pleasant emotions and the strongest feelings. A month of intimate conversations, quiet music in the house, laughter from good old movies, the intoxicating aroma of fresh pastries, black burning coffee, the sounds of loudly beating native hearts. Serene November happiness, which you just want to gently wrap in a soft cashmere blanket, quietly cradle it, smiling with all your heart and thanking life for everything.