“Autumn… the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
This is what author William Cullen Bryant writes in his book “Indian Summer”. Autumn was never my favorite season because I always associated it with going back to school. But as I’ve gotten older I’ve come to love autumn. The smell of burnt wood on an autumn evening, drinking cinnamon tea while reading a good book, a purring cat, the feeling of a warm blanket while watching “Cold Mountain”. I could go on and on.
In Belgium, autumn usually means rain and then more rain, but in the south of France however, autumn means soft temperatures and an ever changing color spectacle. The grapevines turn red, the light is diffuse during the day and golden in the evenings. Like a warm blanket, the gleaming sun covers the land, preparing it for coming winter. The only thing I do is sit back and enjoy the show.