NOVEMBER’S TEXTURE The wale of a corduroy calendar hikes along herringboned pavement, hears unshaven whiskers scratch toddler’s fingerprints, watches soles scuffle over street pavers as Hopper’s tender light sprays warmth on russet brick walls at dawn. A west wind cracks that last scarlet leaf from a noisy maple branch. These heavy north clouds, purple layers of slate, slide over sheared hay fields, cut