The October country; that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coalbins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.
-- "The October Country", Ray Bradbury
-- "The October Country", Ray Bradbury
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little_bird:
How ridiculously beautiful.
factory_girl:
lovely. autumn is my favourite