"In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening -- no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air."
|Little Cottonwood Canyon.|
Colors changing. Cool breeze. Crispy cold nights. Soup. Scarves. Rain. Pumpkins on the doorstep. There is no doubt that autumn is upon us. And I'm pretty happy about it. Here's to it sticking around for awhile.