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Autumn settles in - slowly then all at once.
The warmth of summer lingers in the golden light, but the air has already changed. Days grow shorter, the evenings cooler. A hush begins to fall over the land. Fog drapes the fields in the early morning, and the leaves, one by one, give in to fire and rust and gold.
Somehow, autumn feels self-reliant - neither mourning summer nor rushing toward winter. It stands in its own quiet strength. A season of change, of gathering, of turning inward.
The pumpkins arrive in bundles, glowing with the full intensity of the harvest - burnt orange, deep green, pale cream. First, they’re placed at the doorstep or in the windowsill, a gentle celebration of the season. Later, they become part of Halloween - lanterns and mischief, flickering candles in the dark.
Everything is in transition, and yet it feels just right.
