“October Country . . . that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. . . .” - Ray Bradbury
Friday, September 15, 2017
Prelude to Autumn
Reading Ray Bradbury and dreaming of Autumn, which seems to have arrived early on raven wings.