T.S. Eliot Got It Wrong

fall colorsApril isn’t the cruelest month. October is. The more intensely beautiful it becomes, the closer that beauty is to obliteration. On those precious few days when the sky is blue and the fall colors at a peak, the knowledge that the next windy day will blow it to hell almost makes you weep. Who needs to be reminded so vividly that nothing good can last?

On the other hand, it sure is pretty.

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