That kind of day.

by bellasemplicita

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This time of the year always seems to mourn for a departed Summer that still lightly lingers in the sun and to mourn for the coming of an Autumn that has yet to fully arrive.  I am always sad about the end of summer and for the departure of all of the lovely, empty, timeless, days.  But, Autumn, with its cozy sweaters, mugs of tea, rainy Sundays, brilliant chilly afternoons, crispy leaves, fresh apples to be crafted into pies and sauce, and of course the long hours reading and studying ancient historians is always irresistible.

Today is definitely the first day that has really smelled and felt of Autumn, and it is a lovely day.

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