Autumn is more than falling leaves. It’s a mood. A time for memories, a season of nostalgia. It’s when the light has a dusky sweetness to it that makes you think of your childhood. When mists rise, fruits grow ripe and fall, and the trees turn the colour of melancholy. It’s when woodsmoke in the chill air gets into your soul and, at day’s end, turns your footsteps home.
Words by Frances Thomas.