Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower – Albert Camus
That wonderous second wind, the Indian Summer, attains its amplitude and heavenly perfection. The temperatures, the sunny haze, the mellow, rich, almost flavoured air. Enough to live, enough to merely be. – Walt Whitman, Diary in Canada
Youth is like Spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. ~Samuel Butler
October's poplars are flaming torches, lighting the way to Winter - Nova Blair
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