There are days which occur in this climate, at almost any season of the year, wherein the world reaches its perfection, when the air, the heavenly bodies, and the earth, make a harmony, as if nature would indulge her offspring; when, in these bleak upper sides of the planet, nothing is to desire that we have heard of the happiest latitudes, and we bask in the shining hours of Florida and Cuba; when everything that has life gives sign of satisfaction, and the cattle that lie on the ground seem to have great and tranquil thoughts. These halcyons may be looked for with a little more assurance in that pure October weather, which we distinguish by the name of the Indian Summer.
Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ Nature 1844
Emerson captured my mood this past weekend. It was one of those perfect days, one which forces you to look skyward, in awe of the autumn palette, contrasted against the pure blue October sky.
One more day till we fly out...