: O c t o b e r T h i n g s :
... And there is something so invigorating about how the air changes from an overheated summer to a fresh, crisp coolness - when you wake up and go outside in the morning and just feel alive. It is the prelude before winter hibernation.
...And so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie. - Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth
... The important thing was what the colors stood for, the taste of hard applies ... and the exact quality of the sun on the last warm day in October. A photograph would have flattened the scene into a happy moment, whereas what I felt was gut rapture. The fleeting certainty that I deserved the space I'd been taking up on this earth, and all the air I had breathed. - Kingsolver, Homeland
The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward ...The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain. - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
But then fall comes ...It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you. - Stephen King, Salem's Lot
The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights ... - Wallace Stegner, Remembering Laughter
Of course, fall isn't just about preparing for winter. It's also about sitting on the patio in a worn wool sweater and warming your hands over the swirl of steam rising from a coffee cup. It's about walking across a darkened yard and seeing a flight of geese cross the face of a full moon. It's about settling in, relishing sights and sensations of a world slowing down. - Brent Olso
... happy fall, everyone.