Autumn Flavor

Fall colors in bushes and reeds.

I don’t know whether I love Autumn best despite its being the herald of Winter or because of it. The slight tinge of melancholy in its beauty, the way it evokes “the tears of things,” the sadness of the lovely and transitory made all the more poignant by the grim grey and cold to come—this is the taste of mortality, in all its splendor.

Cherish it while we can, shall we?

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