. . . autumn!(this is a picture of what autumn looks like in other places -- not home; home just looks gloomy)
Hurrah for cold mornings, warm blankets, wood fires, pumpkin bread, sweaters (and charcoal gray clothing of all varieties), jackets, slippers, rain storms, apple crisp, and candy corn (and more candy corn!).
Oddly, I find this season depressing at the same time that I look forward to all of these things. That even without thinking that it's rolling into funeral season. I wouldn't survive well in a northern-more place where dawn comes late and dusk comes early.
Maybe a crepuscle that comes at 4:30 p.m. deserves its cacophonic title.
3 comments:
Strange...
Before I had read further and found out what a crepuscle really is, I instantly associated your use of the word with the piece "Crepusculo sul mare" by Piero Umiliani (featured on the Ocean's Twelve soundtrack.)
The funny thing is, I've always associated that piece (despite its literal name) with the idea of an autumnal drive, just like the one in your picture... All it needs is a classy British or Italian motorcycle.
Horrors, no! That kind of place is only good for walking. Slowly.
Walking slowly is good, but the music I'm thinking of is more suited to a pleasant (i.e. slow) drive. ~30KM/H, or whatever that is in your crazy system... (Bob and Doug say KM/2-30=Miles, but I think that formula only works for temperatures...)
Just fast enough for the leaves to start dancing around behind you.
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