October Wonder

The Pleasure of Autumn Rambling

There is no sound to me like the crisp crackle of autumn leaves underfoot, no sight like the blazing red, yellow, and russet foliage and the dim and dusty purple of the distant hills, and no tonic like the tonic of fresh air of out-of-doors.

Anonymous freshman college student

Wild is the music of the autumnal wind

Among the faded wood; but those blithe notes

Strike the deserted to the heart---I speak

Of what I know, and what we feel within.

William Wordsworth