With winter now amongst us, I can't help but wish for autumn again... The changing of colours, the unpredictable weather- the beauty of death. It's quite an oxymoron- the beauty of death, but this is the best way to describe the crisp airs of autumn. Although snow is beautiful- I just find so much contrast and comfort in the fall.. imagine wrapped up in a fleece blanket with your significant other while sitting around the last bonfire... or drinking hot cider while listening to the quiet calls of the grasshoppers... Or listening to the loud honks of the geese flying overhead- such beauty, and for this, I am glad I live in Canada :)
