the change in season has such a profound effect on me. it’s this time every year i long for misty mornings, long cool walks in the woods, crispy leaves edged with frost.
jewel-red cranberry bogs, squat pumpkins, clouds of warm breath hanging in brisk air, hills of mingled gold and green, hot cups of cider, glassy ponds in sunlight, doors hung with clusters of indian corn, apple picking excursions, burnished horsechestnuts littering the pavement, aisles of halloween candy, children bundled up for the morning schoolbus.
every year, it blindsides me. the ache for a new england fall is as sharp as the surprise of the season’s first cold snap.
the longer i’m away, the more i miss it.
kings of convenience – gold in the air of summer
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