Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.

Something amazing happens when you're in love and don't give a damn about what day it is anymore.

And like a colorful bloom of temporary lights in the sky, you will shine.

If you're reading this...
Congratulations, you're alive.
If that's not something to smile about,
then I don't know what is.

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

[Letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1, 1841]

If only humans could die like the autumn leaves, with a splash of beauty and the promise of another season.