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November Day The air is quiet, lucent, beneath the cloudy sky. Dark and clear are the mountains; deep and clear are the colours of the earth and of the trees that lift their heads everywhere above the roofs. Peace is over the land. All day we walk lightly, quietly, with joy in our hearts. It is good to be active. [[strikethrough]] today [[/strikethrough]] Even the long-drawn melancholy of the train whistles, echoing and re-echoing in the mountains, makes us smile as if it had a secret, delightful meaning. Late in the afternoon the clouds break and melt; the sun, low in the south-west, shines out with a ruddy light; it shines upon the mountains, upon the treetops; the mossy, dark pines, the pepper trees,