The Lofty Hills of Autumn

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.

How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1833

I love autumn. I love it when shadows lengthen early in the day. I love it when I go running in the morning, and even knowing that it will be a warm day, there's a hint of cool in the air indicating the season has subtly shifted from the warm embrace of summer to the cooler whisper of fall. I love watching yellowed leaves gently twist in the air to the ground. 

I love the prospect of hot cocoa, spiced cider, sweaters, more blankets at night (or ANY blankets at night, really), and cooler weather. 

I love it so much, I wish it would hurry and get here! I wore a sweater to work today, justified in the knowledge that it was 55* this morning when i went running and the high was expected to only be 74*. When I left work at 5:00, I was definitely overdressed since the temperature was overachieving at 78*. 

But the potential is there.