“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.” ― Ernest Hemingway
As once Hemingway said, it's a season where there's lot's of emotions all over the place, I myself encounter so many different moody days, that makes me think if autumn is this wonder period when I probably contemplate everything I think and do as each day is a new day, as each leaf withers down to the ground, we are given a chance to be better all over again.
I had a dream I was seven
Climbing my way in a tree
I saw a piece of heaven
Waiting impatient for me, along
And I was running far away
Would I run off the wall someday?
Nobody knows, nobody knows
And I was dancing in the rain
I felt alive and I can't complain
But now take me home
Take me home where I belong
I can't take it anymore. .