Forever Autumn

Autumn tells a beautiful story. Harvest time, stocking up for the long winter season ahead; firewood, fruit preserves, the last vegetables from the garden. A time of festivity and reunion. Colorful leaves, the smell of candles from glowing carved jack-o-lanterns in the twilight.

Earth and sky are in transition during the autumn months. Trees become painted in shades of red, orange, and yellow, leaves clinging to their branches in the November wind, eventually surrendering them to the cycle of rebirth by providing nourishment to the ground below from which the tree itself grew. The night sky changes from summer's dazzling display to a less intense area of celestial sights, dominated by Cassiopeia, the Queen of the night sky and Pegasus the flying horse.

A time of satisfaction, a time of tranquility. Much like the last bowl of porridge, it's not too hot nor too cold., it's just right.

Nights are longer, air is colder, the apples have all been picked, the shadows lengthen. Lawns shed the gold of summer and become green again as a result of the cool nights and more frequent moisture. The summer furniture and umbrellas have been put away, replaced by pumpkins and mums. It is Nature's way; things wind down and return to the earth.

This is the story Autumn tells.