
(Photo by Alexandru Zdrobău on Unsplash)
October’s foliage yellows with his cold:
In rattling showers dark November’s rain,
From every stormy cloud, descends again,
Till keen December’s snows close up the year again.
~John Ruskin

(Photo by Alexandru Zdrobău on Unsplash)
October’s foliage yellows with his cold:
In rattling showers dark November’s rain,
From every stormy cloud, descends again,
Till keen December’s snows close up the year again.
~John Ruskin

Where there is no imagination there is no horror. ~Arthur Conan Doyle
As kids, we loved playing in the gutters of our street during rainstorms. We built homemade sailboats and raced them. Using leaves, rocks, and dirt, we’d build dams by the storm drains to see how big a pool of water would form.
Thankfully, this movie didn’t come out until I grew up. If I had seen “it” as a youngster I would’ve missed a lot of wonderful memories!

It was a late-October Sunday, the leaves tinged with brown, and the air crisp in a way that made you shiver if you stood still too long. ~Joe Kita
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