"You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing."

Previous Quote

And every year there is a brief, startling moment When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air: It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies; It is the changing light of fall falling on us.

— Edward Hirsch