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Originally Posted by truncated
Agreed; autumn is the best season full stop. But literature would typically disagree, wouldn't it?
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"My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane."
There's the mixture of romance, but the sense of something dying, which is true in a way, but more change than decay.
We sat in some woods today with our daughter listening to the birds and the sound of acorns and leaves falling to the ground.