Truth be told, I am not sad to see summer go.  Glorious autumn has arrived, towing a heavy low light that dances through trees and bathes the world in gold.  It presents us with an exquisite study in contrast: the sun’s warmth with the shadow’s chill, jewel-toned leaves clinging to branches while their grey and brown skeletal cousins skim along the sidewalk, and, best of all, the crisp night air held at bay by the enveloping weight of a down comforter.

Take long walks.  Pick apples.  Build a bonfire.  This fleeting season always leaves us before we are ready.

photo via the aesthete and the dilettante