Autumns reward western Kansas for the evils that the remaining seasons impose: winter’s rough Colorado winds and hip-high, sheep-slaughtering snows; the slushes and the strange land fogs of spring; and summer, when even crows seek the puny shade, and the tawny infinitude of wheatstalks bristle, blaze. At last, after September, another weather arrives, an Indian… Continue reading Truman Capote
There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it. — Edith Wharton, from “Vesalius in Zante (1564),” North American Review 175 (November 1902)
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. ― Rabindranath Tagore, “104,” Stray Birds. (Alpha Editions, October 27, 2017) Originally published 1913.