The sun has taken on that autumn hue, coating the world in a light as soft and golden as melted butter. The first few fall leaves roll across the roads and the gardens, and blow through the air on a warm and fragrant breeze. The smell in the air is one associated most with the yellow, crackly, dried out foliage that the trees expel as they prepare for winter – a spicy, rich, earthy smell that makes pumpkin concoctions and spice-laden pies with raisins appealing to eat.
Winter is still seemingly far off, for the time being. Instead of cold, the days right now are sunnily warm, in reminiscence of summer, but not quite holding summer’s baking heat. The wind-chimes softly toll the breezes, adding a fairytale-like element to the scene. It is a perfect day – a day for swimming in warm waters and laying out in the sun, a day for a good book, a day for dreaming. It is a day that feels like it consists mostly of one very long, mellow afternoon; a day that makes us wish that all days were like this one.
It is charmed; it is charismatic.
It is golden.
~ Amarine Ravenwood