08 November 2010

walking into golden

You knew I'd have to do it . . . fall is my favourite season after all.  And although fall, like  love, has had its fair share of poetic attention, I must post at least once about the colours and the crispness:

The fallen leaves haven't been swept and the branches reach close to the ground.  The sun lights the leaves and it's like walking into gold.

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