Autumn colors remind us we are all one dancing in the wind.

The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.

I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish," sighed Chester. "It's getting towards autumn now. And it's so pretty up in Connecticut. All the trees change color. The days get very clear―with a little smoke on the horizon from burning leaves. Pumpkins begin to come out.

We pretended she'd only gotten lost in the colors of fall.

Piper

Halloween creatures both friendly & gruesome peered out of the rustling leaves.

Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!