wooded path in autumn's time

like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud.
So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer,
and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring,
nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age.
It knows the limitations of life and its content.
Lin Yutang
Fish Creek Park, Calgary, Alberta

Autumn can only hold on for so long. It is frail in it's most glorious moment.
The highs and the lows only seconds apart,
it seems.