Autumn, the most beautiful of the four seasons. The path between summer and winter was measured by milestones like the Harvest Festival, Halloween, and, Thanksgiving. The wonder of Autumn is always threaded through with a bitter-sweet undercurrent of sadness. A sense of loss in saying goodbye as I watch the slow dying of the old year. An awareness of time passing and being lost. A reminder of the transience of beauty as trees blaze with color for one last defiant hurrah before the chilly fingers of winter strip the landscape bare. It's this ambiguity of mood that makes the most complex and subtle season that is the wonder of Autumn. If summer is a pretty girl in a flirty frock, Autumn is a beautiful woman with a hint of sadness about her, which only makes me love her more.