http://www.megaupload.com/?d=3OSACWVAOctober is my favorite month ever. EVAR!
This is the time when the scourge of Cleveland summers begins to wane and the cool breath of God flows down from the Great White North. This is the onset of the harvest; when the fruits of labors are rewarded. This is the season of Fall Festivals, hoodies, hay rides, antique fairs, skyscapes. The scent of autumn is pronounced, exciting and far surpasses the shallow whiffs that spring can only manage to blow about.
This is peak foliage season, folks. This is when earth colors are both vibrant and muted. Light takes on a different attitude. The chilly morning air now has that certain bite that only occurs during the days of October. Indeed, mornings in general are palpable, divine, sober.
Combine these feelings of contentment with the nip in the air, the theater of deciduous forests and wandering paths within, and these twelve rustic tunes and you will only kind of glimpse how enriching I find this time of year. Dig it.
This is the time when the scourge of Cleveland summers begins to wane and the cool breath of God flows down from the Great White North. This is the onset of the harvest; when the fruits of labors are rewarded. This is the season of Fall Festivals, hoodies, hay rides, antique fairs, skyscapes. The scent of autumn is pronounced, exciting and far surpasses the shallow whiffs that spring can only manage to blow about.
This is peak foliage season, folks. This is when earth colors are both vibrant and muted. Light takes on a different attitude. The chilly morning air now has that certain bite that only occurs during the days of October. Indeed, mornings in general are palpable, divine, sober.
Combine these feelings of contentment with the nip in the air, the theater of deciduous forests and wandering paths within, and these twelve rustic tunes and you will only kind of glimpse how enriching I find this time of year. Dig it.
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