There is a wind blowing from the east, in from the sea, and it is laden with rain, pattering against the roof. It is as if a wall were standing open: the long, beautiful summer has ended, and everything rushes towards autumn. The leaves drop from the trees, the colours drift from green towards yellow and brown, the air smells of soil.
It feels good.
~ Karl Ove Knausgaard, from “Lime” in “Autumn”
Photo: jerianie with foggy autumn mornings