Sarah

“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”
― Humbert Wolfe

“Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?”
― L. M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

“Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle