Thursday, October 2

Sensing Autumn

Today I not only smelt Autumn, I was engulfed by her essence. I have felt the introspective mood emerging a couple of days after the equinox. Now I taste it in the wind, see it in the hardened slap of the waves and hear it in the underfoot crinkle of fallen oak leaves.

"It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance.
The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple,
and scarlet."

Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow


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