The deep autumnal energy of October will keep our focus on work and obligations. This is a month that will test our perseverance and reward those who are blunt and honest.
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October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.
It was one of the October days when to breathe the air is like drinking wine, and every touch of the wind against one’s face is a caress.
October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.
What could be more exciting than an October day? It's your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.
October had tremendous possibility. The summer's oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.
The fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light
Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.
I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.
Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.
There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the…
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds.
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.
But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and…