Sunday, November 7, 2010

Dreamy Countenance

Why is it that so many of us persist in thinking that autumn is a sad season? Nature has merely fallen asleep, and her dreams must be beautiful if we are to judge by her countenance.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Crisp air filled our lungs as the Time Traveller and I walked along (Canada's) Thames River.


Fields of goldenrod are now white, as if forecasting the snow to come. Brrrrrr. We warmed up with a delicious bowl of Thai wanton soup at the Mango Salad restaurant.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

a lovely sunset to send the Time Traveller on his way skipping across the water like a stone - there is a song somewhere in there - certainly in the mind of the Time Traveller

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