"Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel the mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day."
~Catherynne M. Valente
The Girl who Circumnavigated Fairyland
in a Ship of Her Own Making
Some days, mostly in autumn, at least for me, it is easy to sit quietly in a park and imagine what it would be like to live a never ending world of soft golden light. The year is wise now. The year has learned things, and now there is a quiet riot of life going on, and it is invigorating. A chill in the air, a gentle breeze sending cascading leaves to my feet, and wild birds call from all directions. I saw a large group of White Pelicans fly over so silently, had I not been looking up, I would have missed them. Autumn's gift is to encourage us to keep looking up, both in spirit and creativity.
~Me
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