Autumn, in a deeper sense, is a magnificent ending to an era. Although all the leaves fall and the sun fails to shine for as long each day as it did during the summer, the death of the cycle of the living seasons is spectacular. It brings vibrant color, tolerable weather, and the promise that it will return again in the spring. Like life, people spend most of their living and taking in all of the wonderful experiences that they encounter along the way.
At the end, when a person’s life cycle is over and it is his time to go, his death is a magnificent event because for all he has lived he is allowed to leave with pride, honor, and the promise that he may return in the afterlife.
The first sign that the end of nature’s yearly cycle, autumn, is approaching is when the leaves begin to change their color and whither. Even though they are changing color because they are dying, that thought is dismissed from the mind because of the beauty in that event which the eye beholds-with humans it should be the same thing. People should not feel sad seeing their elder loved ones change their colors and whither but rather rejoice from the knowledge that they lived a magnificent life and their death is merely the start of a new beginning.
After all the leaves have fallen, and the ground is littered in seas of immense color, the very structure that carried the leaves remains-the trees. They live on long after the leaves have fallen and died and remind us that no matter how long, cold, and terrible the winter is a new spring will come. Even though loved ones die and leave the earth behind the memory of them still remains planted firmly in the soul of the family.
Eventually, after the winter of pain and sorrow is over a new realization occurs that they have gone on to a better place and that they will see them again.
Following the complete dismissal of the leaves from the trees, they still bring about good to the ground. The leaves decompose, leaving new dirt full of nutrients for the tree to reside in, creating a stable foundation. Even though people can die, their ways of life and the memory of them will always remain. This creates a stable foundation for families to carry on and remains a family, never forgetting the ways of the past.
Even though autumn is a season of death it is still a beautiful display for the eye to behold. The death of all visible living nature in autumn is hidden by the beautiful color of the leaves raining down. In life, many people view the death of their elder loved ones as a sorrowful event, which brings them much grief.
Death should be perceived as a blessing for he that has passed on because in death it brings eternal happiness, and when each person’s time is up also, they will get to enjoy the same pleasure too.
Autumn, the only season where you can watch the multicolored leaves fall and the unique chirping of birds in the fall. Fall is the best season because you don’t have to wear thick jackets as the weather is not too hot or cold, sports could be the main exercise for you outside, and it’s a chance to spend with your family during special holidays. One of the advantages of the autumn weather is that you won’t get chilly or get overheated like the other seasons.
You won’t have to stay in all the time because the weather is perfect unlike summer when it’s too hot or too cold like in winter. There is something different about the feeling of wind when you open the door to go outside that begins the feeling of autumn. Sometimes it rains during the fall but that strengthens the feeling of this season.
Also during the summer, it’s soccer, baseball, football, and rugby season. Fall is a great time to watch and play these sports. You can go outside with your friends and family to go sporting outside in the autumn breeze.
Fall can make getting tackled by a huge jock a lot more fun. I’m not a huge fan of watching sports but I heard it’s what brings families and friends together in the fall. I wish I watched sports but I rather watch the thanksgiving parade.
Holidays are one of the best ways to get together with your family and friends. Autumn holidays include Thanksgiving Day and Halloween. The Thanksgiving holiday is a four-day holiday over the weekend. Families and friends usually eat a special meal together (usually with a turkey as the main dish).
This meal also usually includes mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, several casseroles, and stuffing. Halloween is also a special holiday in the fall. Halloween is a holiday in many countries that is celebrated on the night of October 31st. Children wear costumes and they go to peoples’ homes saying “Trick or treat! ” to ask for candy and then people give it to them.
This practice originally involved a threat. In this case, the threat could be explained as: “Give me a treat or I will play a trick on you. ” Children today usually do not play tricks if they do not get treats.
However, some children still get up to mischief (pranks or things to make fun of people; like putting toilet paper in trees; writing on windows with soap, or throwing eggs at peoples’ houses). For me, autumn is when it all comes together The weather is usually the best of the year.
The shadows lengthen. The grass greens up and loves the cool nights and occasional moisture. The leaves turn gorgeous colors. There’s a crisp scent in the air. Pomegranates are in season. And sports, ah, yes, sports. It’s the best season for sports. That’s why Autumn is the best season.
Example #3 – Autumn Rain
I awoke to the soft trickling of water outside my window. It took me a moment to realize that it is raining again; the tranquil sound of water dripping from the birch was as sweet as the silver bells ringing at Christmas. It was only six in the morning, but more than willingly I got up, put on a robe, and opened my window.
Almost immediately, the chilling November wind gushed in engulfing me with its icy fingers. I shuddered but made no attempt to close the window as my eyes slowly came into focus. It is still pre-dawn outside, and in the “first light” everything appeared to be transparently blue as if a piece of beautiful stained glass had been put over my eyes.
The late autumn rain fell endlessly in silky thin strands, sewn together to make the most delicate curtain with red maple leaves embroidered among the threads. The steady shower poured down every year around this time as if it were trying to wash out all my memories. I took a deep breath, and as the scent of newly refreshed soil with the wilting leaves mixed in my lungs, I allowed the twirling autumn wind to lead me back to that same rainy morning, five years ago.
It was a common Saturday morning. The rain seeped steadily from the dark and depressing clouds hanging overhead from the pre-dawn sky. Most people were still asleep on this overshadowed morning, yet among the sea of darkness, I stood silently on my patio looking out to the obscurity beyond. This morning seemed to be filled with nothing but the weeping of rain and the sighs of wind. The sounds of water tapping gently on the roof and the swish of it running down the eves and fell to the darkness below was all one could hear.
Did I extend my hand hesitantly out to touch the goddess? tears, yet the chill of it on my fingertips froze the deepest muscle in my heart. The Autumn rain came stepping softly on the multi-colored leaves. Rushing them to depart the safety of the branches and soaking them in the cold fluid until they are devoid of any color, and of any lingering memories.
Gradually, the sun rose beyond the penetrating clouds, illuminating everything around me. Yet I recoiled away from it, hiding in the darkest corner of the patio, loathing the light that will bring me back to the unbending reality.
Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I turned around and my mother stood there, smiling at me. ?Ruolan, you have to finish packing,? my mother whispered, ?they will be here soon.? I nodded and took one last look at the rain before walking slowly back in our little apartment.
Everything seemed out of place, piles of clothing lay on beds waiting to be packed, cabinets remained open, exposing its ugly wooden frames as if to remind me of this different morning. I stepped in my tiny room and sat on the bed, today was my last day in China before my immigration to the U.S.A. Tomorrow at this time I would be on my way to a whole new world, a world where I knew no one, a world that is in every way, strange to me.
The doorbell rang, my mother yelled at me to get it. Reluctantly, I opened the door to find my closest cousin, Furong standing there, smiling. I was shocked, we both knew that she had an important computer class in her college this morning. “What are you doing here?” I gaped at her as I stood back to let her in. “Some things are more important, Lanlan.” She beamed. My eyes burned as if lit on fire as I quickly walked away from the door, hoping she wouldn’t notice my uncontrollable tears.
I lead her to my room and lay miserably on the bed, “I don’t want to go”. There, I said the sentence that I kept in my aching heart for weeks. Bit by bit, I imparted my miseries of leaving China, of leaving everything I had known. My cousin was silent for a while, as she stared at the sky full of leaves outside my window. “Beautiful rain isn’t it?” She said “and look at those leaves… clinging desperately on to the trees…just like you.” She turned and stared into my eyes “Lanlan, you are one of the luckiest that gets to go to America, to the land of the free, to a world with so many opportunities! You are one of the privileged that will make us proud, to make the world see differently from China!? She stopped to take a shuddering breath, and I, bewildered at her for siding with my mother and friends, gave her a hateful glare.
Furong sighed, “I know that you don’t want to go, I couldn’t bear to see you leave either but this is your fate, your destiny. You will have to face it, even if you don’t want to! I will be wishing for you Lanlan, and makes us proud!?. With that she stood up and left me lying alone in my room, suddenly I can not resist the urge to cry any longer. Of all of the punishments why do, this has to happen to me? Like a baby, I cried along with the rain outside until my voice was hoarse and my tears were dry. Gradually I fell into a dreamless sleep.
I don’t know how long I slept but it was the sound of a lot of voices mingling with the tap-tap of rain that awoke me. The sounds pierced through my restful haven and dragged me from my soft cocoon into reality. Rain is still weeping outside my window and the voices in the next room seemed to have come from hundreds of human beings. I heard the booming cheers of men, the crackling speech of grandpas.
The gentle tone of women and the chattering sound of kids. I slowly sat up and opened the door. In front of me was our messy living room crowded with at least twenty people who all seemed to be standing on tip-toes because of the little amount of space. Some are my mother’s closest friends, others I had never seen before. Some shouting tips of traveling, of packing, and of socialization in America to my mother, who is nowhere in sight.
Glancing at the clock, I realized that it is only seven o’clock in the morning, why were all those people doing in here? Dazed and confused I pushed past the wall of people to the master bedroom where my mother is packing. She smiled after she heard my question and replied saying that they were all there to see us off. I learned later that among the crowd are my mother’s elementary, middle, high school and college friends, some came from cities two hundred miles away just to say goodbye. I felt a lump rising in my throat and the usual sourness in my nose.
During the way back to my room, I was constantly patted on the shoulder by people I don’t know, some saying how lucky I was, some wishing me the best luck in the U.S.A., some seeing the doubt in my eyes gave me encouragement and the rest told me to be careful. My grandma pulled me outside to the patio and told me to try to be organized and do well on my studies, my aunts and uncles counted on me to be strong-willed and persistent.
The morning passed very quickly, before everyone realized it, the clock was quietly announcing nine a.m. the time dreaded in my heart, the time to go. All suitcases were packed, all errands taken care of. One by one, all of us followed each other’s footsteps downstairs and into the lobby of the apartment. Along with my mother, the two of us went around to each of my mother’s friends and thanked them for coming and for helping. All around, wishes and good lucks were whispered along with warnings of being cautious.
Tears flowed from my grandma’s tired eyes are we hugged each other for the last time. There were three vans parked in the narrow ally in front. Two of my uncles were loading suitcases already and I ignored my aunt’s demand for using an umbrella and stepped outside into the rain. It was piercing cold outside, the low temperature made my breath came in gasps.
Yet Without looking back, I ran through puddles and on the slippery ground to one of the vans, and locked myself in its safe barriers, keeping myself from the unending sorrows of goodbye. Finally, all of the things were loaded and my mom got into the seat next to me. The engine started with a roar against the quiet morning and as we pulled away slowly from the only home I ever knew, I turned and gazed out the back window of the car.
Leaves danced across the sky along with the rippling gray curtain of rain, only one or two umbrellas were opened in the small crowd, the rest seemed to have forgotten the shower standing there and waving their arms. The scene seemed altogether, a beautiful painting, blurring slowly by my tears and by the rain.
The trip to the airport was a long one, I purposely averted my eyes to the roads outside the window while pinching myself from crying. Suddenly, a hand has put over mine and gently unknotted my two tense hands. It was my mother, with understanding eyes and soothing voice she held me in her arms and told me it was alright to cry. I sobbed the whole way while she patiently told me that we all had to leave our shelter one day or another, a bird cannot learn to fly without leaving the safety of the branches, a ship cannot learn to sail without departing the assurance of the harbor.
With a gentle voice, she told me changes aren’t always a bad thing, it all depends on what you make of it. For our family and all of the unfulfilled dreams of friends and people at home, I should try with all my heart. So, with the vans splashing through the streets, I fell asleep on my mother’s lap and dreamt of the new world that we entering, and for the first time in many more to come, I dreamt of the many hopes, dreams, and wishes bestowed upon me from my unconditional family and friends.
For nearly six years now, I have kept that special day in a delicate glass bottle in my heart. As soon as I feel lost and heart-broken, I would take it out and sniff its rich scent. Along with the refreshing fragrance of that autumn morning, the unforgettable events of that heart-breaking day would urge me on.
For nearly six years now, whenever there is a fall rainy morning, my memories precipitates with the shower. Whenever there is a fall rainy morning, my heart drifts back to that special day in my life, and my mind floats with the leaves to my homeland far far away.
Of all the magnificent seasons, autumn is the most wonderful season of all. Not only do the leaves change into vivid, colorful pictures as people drive by their beauty every day to work, but the temperature is just as inviting. People enjoy outdoor activities much more when it is a mild temperature than when the weather is either too hot or too cold. People also seem to be more cheerful and happy when it feels that way outside.
A perfect depiction of the best season ever would be: when the trees look as if they are a picture in a postcard, the weather is perfect, and people are in better moods.
What do people think when they hear the word autumn? Beautiful trees leave slowly changing from green to orange, and from red to yellow, are the first things that come to mind for most people. It is a splendid sight driving to the store, or even coming home from work; when all around, the mountains are full of warm colors like a sea of leaves.
The crisp, refreshing autumn air fills everybody’s nostrils and lungs. Just to look at something this astounding promotes extreme relaxation for most people. Imagine looking out at nature’s canopy and realizing that life is an amazing thing, and the need for beauty is one of the things that separates humans from animals.
People need beauty, and it comes around every year in the form of autumn. Not only does the beauty of autumn appeal to the eye, but the mild weather makes it feel just as comfortable as it looks. Sometimes, the weather is too hot to go out and play football; sometimes it’s too cold to have a barbecue; but in autumn, every day is a football or grilling day.
People like to feel relaxed when enjoying outdoor activities. During autumn, the temperature stays constant and comfortable for most people. It’s extremely relaxing to be outside on a cool day and enjoy nature’s beauty.
Perhaps the greatest reason of all would have to be the people’s attitudes. It seems that everybody is in a jollier mood during this time of year than any other season. A couple of possibilities are the pretty weather, and the holidays coming up just around the corner. People are happier to see each other, more grateful for what they have, and quicker to help someone in need during this time.
Perhaps this is due to the crisp, fresh air outside; or the pure magnificence of the mountain view. When people are nicer and care about each other more, it makes this world a more loving place for everybody. In conclusion, all the other seasons just can’t compare to autumn; it is the best season by far. People need beauty in their lives, which this season provides.
People need to feel relaxed and less stressed out about everyday life, which autumn once again provides. Finally, people need to be more respectful and happy towards each other. With the beauty, the smell, the temperature, and the overall relaxing feeling autumn give people: it overall increases kindness and love within every human being.
One of the greatest poets of the English language, John Keats, wrote a beautiful ode To Autumn. This poem is composed of three parts and each of the parts represents the transition of the season of autumn. The first part is about ready to harvest, the second part is in the middle of the harvest, and the last part of this poem shows his empty feeling after the harvest.
As well as all men have a life cycle, To Autumn connects to Keats’s own life. And he is celebrating the music of autumn with his own beautiful music. The description of the autumn is elegant, rich, serene, and grave in all its details, and it is profound and civilized.
In the first stanza, the sound of the line makes the image bulge softly in the language as the fruits itself. The first line states that Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, recalls the cold of the mists as well as the mellowness of the season of harvest (line 1). Inline five, The mossed cottage-trees sound like the crunch of teeth through an apple releasing the sharp flow of juice (line 5). The next line curves with the lushness of swell the ground, but any excess is checked neatly by the astonishing plump appearing as a verb and wonderfully solid and nutty to touch (line 7).
The last three lines in the first stanza move heavily and lazily to that most summary of the sounds; the distant buzzing of bees, later flowers for the bees (line 9). The low sibilants and thrice repeated the sound of mm of the last line bring hearing activity into play, along with the sight, taste and touch are mobilized by the stanza, so that all senses are united in the act of vigorous response.
The rhythm mounts slowly through the single sentence of the stanza, accumulated impressions, and a sense of energetic and continuing life.
In the second stanza, Keats populates the landscape and finds the character of old Autumn himself embodied in the daily labors of harvest-time. In the first line of his opening question, the tone is familiar and affectionate (line 12).
The second line in this stanza, Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find reminds me of saying to a child, if you look carefully, you ll see fairies. And the season is found personified and Thee sitting careless (line 14) From the next line the language catches the gesture and enacts it: the faint breeze ruffle hair in the sound f of line fifteen and sounds repeated syllables of winnowing wind (line 15).
As a whole, all the first seven lines in this second stanza are fulls of extended vowels; drowsed, and fume. And the pentameters loiter on double consonants and avoid any heavy stresses as they wander leisurely along with their syllables. When I take look at the last four lines in line nineteen to line twenty-two, I feel her foot for the Plank Bridge and I feel with her the balancing movement of her body.
Then the sound of d of steady, laden, and head echo her firm steps to the other side (line 20). In the last two lines, the audible, juicy noise of the sibilants is too strong not to be noticed. We fairly hear the last oozings being squeezed from the pulp (line23).
The last stanza represents that Keats is celebrating the music of autumn in this last part of his poem. The life will renew itself once more in the spring, he has shown us continuing warmth of spring, in which pleasure is maintained beyond its expected span. The transition is gentle and unforced to the question, Where are the songs of Spring? and his purpose in writing the poem emerges from the tenderness of the second line: Think not of them, thou hast thy music too (line 24).
And now we see the soft-dying day, the redbreast can only remind us of snow and winter, the swallows are gathering for a late migration(line25). The flowers, which still bud, are phenomenally late, for living creatures are already prepared for winter.
Yet the full-grown lambs on the line thirty is another sign of richness can suggest the lambs who will be born to the songs of next spring, and so the cycle of the year turns onward from plenty to desolation back to new growth.
The poem enacts an affirmation of faith in the processes of life and change. In this poem more fully than in any other, Keats allows created life to flow in upon him and rich store of sense-impression is absorbed and transmuted into an act of calm, meditative wisdom
The rhythms of the seasons are inevitably the rhythms of man’s life, and Keats in enjoying this autumn accepts the brute fact of winter, and affirms faith in the ultimate but constantly return of spring. Thus, when he dies, but the generations renew himself.
The poem experiences these facts and unflinchingly comes to terms with him. Such a poem is enduring nourishment to one s humanity; it alerts one s vision of the world and it grafts itself into the spirit and the mem.
The sun had dyed everything gold in this magical autumn season. The greatness of pastel blue stretched out above me, the color clear and full of life with clouds that rolled silently through the sky. The shimmer of the rising sun radiated onto the stillness of the sea, jetting bright colors of gold along the rippling waters. It was one of the most serene and stress-free places I always found myself stuck in, my hiding place.
Silence covered this area like a warm blanket and the only sounds I could hear were the crunching leaves beneath my dancing feet. The delicate leaves from the now naked trees were scattered all along the winding pathway making it a wonderfully colorful wonderland full of ruby reds, scorched-oranges, and burnt browns.
The leaves sat patiently waiting for me to pass by offering each one my foot to help them reach their crunching potential. Turning my head towards the backdrop of the forest on my right, I looked past the lifeless trees and caught a glimpse of sparkling light from a stream.
Approaching the water, I noticed how transparent it was, so clear that I could see all the small dancing pebbles at the bottom of the waterbed. I saw the shadow of scaly fish freely swimming silently, minding their own business. It was so peaceful here; I never want to leave this magical place.
While thinking about my hiding places true magnificence, all of a sudden the sun was harshly blocked by large grey muscular clouds. Small droplets of rain began to fall and hit the streams surface creating pitter-patter noises, completely destroying the peace. The droplets grew fatter and the air became cold and icy. The light breeze had gained more power from the clouds above as it tousled my hair and pinked my cheeks. I searched for shelter finding the best I could underneath a large towering tree.
I sat up against the ripped brown bark of the tree’s stomach then snuggled more into my hood to keep myself blocked from the surrounding rain war and against the peace of my hiding place and the thunderous clouds. I was finally warm again while awaited like a caterpillar in a cocoon ready to break free.
As the rain began to surrender and fall asleep, the birds started to sing again and the gate of authoritative clouds began to disappear. It was like nature had comeback from hibernation thrilled to meet the beaming sun once again after a long time of waiting. Even in the still coldness of the air, I remained in my relaxed hiding place, delighted that I was in this natural environment that I called home. Birds hovered above me as their raven black wings flapped against the struggle of the wind.
The trees, in which luminescent gold sun rays cascaded and seeped through the lasting autumn leaves making it enigmatically beautiful, was filled with woodpeckers tapping and frogs rabbiting like hiccups that never seemed to end.
I took a deep breath and sighed as the eaves whistled against the now sift sleepy wind. They were an enchanting orchestra. The sun held her hands above the forest moving her fingers gracefully like a pianist passionately playing their most prized possession. Whispers of wind danced through the trees, twirling through the round smooth gaps.
Trickling like a small pitter-patter of steps, the now overflowing stream fell quickly but slowly. I could smell a hint of honey dancing mixed with the sweetness of vanilla that came from the flowerbed waving a peaceful goodbye at me as a gracefully rose to return home.
Many people would agree that autumn produces some of the best sights and smells. There is so much to observe in the fall. The leaves on trees are changing in extremely colorful ways. Homes across the country display traditional Halloween and Thanksgiving decorations. The sky is golden pink in the morning and cloudy in the afternoon. Plus, on any given day, you can just stand still and feel the slight wind as falling leaves scrape across the cold concrete.
Many different smells across the air such as pies, carved pumpkins, or even the smell of homemade thanksgiving food can bring joy to our lives. Everyone loves the nice, breezy weather in fall. The breeze is just about perfect when it blows through your hair while you’re going running or hiking. On a nice, cool day it makes you want to lie down and take time to relax and stare at the clouds and hope the wind takes you away. Summer seems peaceful, but if you try and go running you get intensely hot and begin to sweat more than average.
Have you ever wondered how the weather affects and influences autumns vibrate colors? Research shows that three main facts have been proven to cause leaves to change colors. The yellow and orange colors are the result of declining daylight. The red and purple colors are highly dependent on temperature and rain. And lastly, more vibrate colors occur when there are cool but above freezing temperature, sunshine, and dry weather. It always seems like in todays society if you are not busy you are not working.
For anyone that feels the pressure to always work and succeed, this is a good reminder to take time to relax every now and then. Even though this a short quote, its words speak wisdom to every person who stops and thinks about its importance. And lastly, because the cool temperatures are coming in, fall is the perfect time to get out the jackets, scarves, boots, and sweaters from the attic in preparation for the change of season. My favorite memories are always associated with the fall season.
As far back as I can recall, going to the neighborhood park and my brother trying to teach me how to play football was the best part of growing up during the fall season. Many high schools, college, and NFL football players and coaches can tell you that autumn is all about football. In fact, nearly 64% of the entire population of the U. S. viewed an NFL game this year. That’s 206,080,000 people! Every kid can tell you that dressing up as a scary or cute character while going trick or treating is his absolute favorite activity about the fall season.
Let’s be honest, kids rule on Halloween night. They walk around in silly costumes and get candy for free. But sadly, as you grow older, the trick or treating begins to slowly stop. But it doesn’t matter which side of the door you’re on, it’s a fun-filled time for everyone. The season is a treasure that many people tend to overlook. So next time the season rolls around make sure you stop and take in the beautiful scenery, wonderful weather, and life’s greatest moments, cause you just might miss out.
Autumn is one of the four major seasons which marks the transition from summer to winter. In Autumn, the duration of daylight becomes noticeably shorter and the temperature cools down considerably. One of its main features is the shedding of leaves from deciduous trees.
Although the color change in leaves occurs wherever deciduous trees are found, colored Autumn foliage is noted in various regions of the world. Autumn is the start of the harvest season for many plants, and both humans and animals gather crops and pack them for the upcoming winter.
Thanksgiving and Halloween are highly anticipated events during this season. Leaves of deciduous trees change colors in Autumn and start falling off the trees. Some trees, such as weeping willows, lose all their leaves to survive the freezing months of winter. Trees start to reproduce and spread their seeds, which remain dormant on the ground throughout winter and start budding around spring.
Animals like bears and lemurs eat and build body fat for use as an energy source during their hibernation in winter. Autumn also is the season of migration of some birds towards the equatorial regions.
Autumn is a fresh breath of cool air. The woods let off a certain smell in autumn, and there is that lovely crispness to the air also. Plus, all the changing colors are beautiful, with colorful leaves scattered across the street and the grass.
Than the abundance of smells. Thanksgiving for one, a very warming family holiday. Autumn just seems full of love. You can smell everyone’s cooking. I won’t forget about the excitement beforehand, of Halloween–with all the little kids running around having fun. It’s so festive and so lucky-but strange to think that we give out candy to everyone! 🙂
The sun seems more beautiful in autumn with the colors, the air is more pleasant, smells better, and everything seems ethereal.
Autumn was my favorite season because my birthday was in that season, but now I just love the amazing spring. And the awesome thing about spring is that spring and “springtime” refer to the season, and also to ideas of rebirth, rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection, and regrowth.
The best thing about autumn is that the weather is getting cooler & we get a break from the summer heat. It’s good traveling weather & the leaves are turning colors.
The worst thing is that the days are getting shorter & the weather will soon be freezing.