Autumn, I grow more fond of you at e.v.e.r.y turning

I keep picking up Autumn leaves. One yesterday was larger than both my hands side by side, fingers splayed. I always find it a little melancholy when autumn fades.

Everything I've been making of late has been closely bound to this thoroughly excellent season. That seems like an incredibly obvious thing to write considering what I work with but there you have it. Another wondrous fall.