I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn,
as if the earth absorbed none,
and out of this profusion of dazzling light came the autumnal tints.
-Henry David Thoreau
I still hate running, but it’s hard to stay mad at this view;
the days are shorter, but the light seems brighter;
the bleakness of winter is coming, but fall is certainly holding on with a blaze of glory.