Autumn

James Lileks writes about autumn: "To sit in the sun in shorts in October is as rare around here as flip-flops in March. I took some photos, of course, but photos never capture the entire experience of autumn. You can look at a picture of the house in summer and remember it well, but autumn has so many intangibles. Spring has its early heralds – the flowers that pop up when everything else is still dead – but it tends to rise in unison like a great C major chord that takes a month to complete. Autumn disintegrates on an individual basis. There’s a tree in the yard that’s almost completely bare. There’s another that’s almost completely green. The yard is lush. The sprinklers go. But they spatter golden leaves. The sun is hot and strong; the night breeze waves a knife around. In the spring every day leads to the next. In the autumn every day stands alone. It’s like a defeated army that drifts away one man at a time. But I do love it. There are crickets outside right now."
His blog is here: http://lileks.com/bleat/?p=10124