“That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay.
That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun.
That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...”
- Ray Bradbury, The October Country
🖌️ Anne-Marie Dahlstrom, "Autumn Flurry, Cotswold Landscape" (acrylic on canvas)