“Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.”

“London had vanished. In place of the lively, thrusting metropolitan conurbation was an empty rural wilderness of damp brown fields under low autumnal skies.”

“The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o'er the sea.”

“An imagination is a powerful tool. It can tint memories of the past, shade perceptions of the present, or paint a future so vivid that it can entice… or terrify, all depending upon how we conduct ourselves today.”

“In warlike pomp, with banners flowing,
The regiments of autumn stood:
I saw their gold and scarlet glowing
From every hillside, every wood.”

“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”

“The air they drove through was clear and crisp. They kept the windows up and their expectations down. The call was a suicide run. They”

“Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.”

“The Autumn seems to cry for thee,
Best lover of the Autumn-days!”

“I'm just mad about Saffron
Saffron's mad about me
I'm just mad about Saffron
She's just mad about me.”