maybe it's something of a twilight, as we pass beyond the glimmering region of the summer stars and walk the winding path into autumn under arching trees and their whispering colours a quiet tale of seasons...a wealth of reddened golds display narrowing margins, tremble in wind or float breezily upon the eye...this place of year where even old and worn ways are woven anew into shimmering unknowns, a place of dreams each year, a seasonal wanderlust soft sung upon the scented breeze...