All Saints is one of the saddest days of the year. You wait all year long for Halloween, start getting ready months in advance, and then…it’s over. Oh well, the consolation you have is that it will be back next year. The pumpkins are gone, the sky is blazing blue and somehow that just makes you sadder. Depressing but in the way you like to savor, bitter but attractively so. Melancholy, sweet in its own way but so terribly sad. Dry and thoughtful like November, resinous, perfumy.