The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
Nature XXVII, Autumn.
I went to Brooklyn for a meeting yesterday and took a little photo walk around BAM.
You can feel it. 75 degrees in late September just feels other than 75 degrees in May and certainly has no resemblance to 75 degrees in July. People usually say they can feel it in the air but I think it is the light that makes the change. Your eyes show the brain what is happening, the brain tells the nose to check it out and suddenly realizes that things smell a new way, and then the message reaches skin and voila, the air feels other than it has been.
But I say it is the light that is the primal response…