Emerson on the Singular Enchantment of Indian Summer (and a Better Term for These Luminous Liminal Days Today)

“There are days… wherein the world reaches its perfection, when the air, the heavenly bodies, and the earth, make a harmony.”

For all the singular magic of autumn, there is also a singular enchantment to those unbidden days in it when summer seems to make a brief and bright return — as if to assure us that time is not linear but planar, that life will always recompense loss, that in the liminal we find the immanent and in the ephemeral the eternal.

No one has captured that enchantment more vivi...