When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“Anna looking out of the window, over summer's meadow. Mornings become cool, the autumn comes to rule." "One night sitting by the light of the moon, she hears a voice whispering like a tune. She looks up to the sky… — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
