I spent my fifteen minutes sitting on the banks of the creek in my phenology spot. Drawing the bird’s eye view map took about three minutes, so I had about twelve minutes to sit and take in the scenery around me. In the three weeks since I last visited my spot, a lot has changed. When I first observed my location, the leaves were just about to reach the peak of their color change. The peak has long since passed, and most of the leaves have now fallen off the trees. Those that remain have lost their brilliant red and yellow coloring, and are now a deep brown. Similarly, the plants around me had started to die, and the signs of animal life had decreased. Winters gradual approach could be seen and felt all around me, in the wind, the trees, the brook, and every other part of the forest. The sky was cloudy, and that cool autumn chill in the wind had turned into a much more bitter cold. In my opinion, November is one of the best months of the year. The world slows down as winter approaches, and everything feels more peaceful. Nowhere is this change more apparent than in the forests. Once my fifteen minutes had passed, and I started walking back to my dorm, I felt an overwhelming calmness. It was the epitome of a November day.