In the American midwest, our summers are too hot and our winters are too cold. Our springs are rainy and last little time at all. But we have autumns, which have fiery trees and comfortable jacket weather. And the highlight of autumn (or fall, as often said in the US) is October.
Autumn colors peak in about the second week of October. The skies on a cloudless day are a clear blue, a backdrop to the orange-red maples and the rusty brown oaks. Time seems to stand still as one looks at the trees.
The tempermental rain in October pelts the ground with abandon, or mists the pavement. The fallen leaves turn sodden underfoot. They smell of endings, of which October is a glorious reminder.
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