Dried leaves are on the ground and the air is crisp, Autumn is coming and it's not hanging about. My local park is starting to become endowed with a veneer of yellow and brown. The season of the Summer is in it's final throws and most of the berries have gone.
Classically the colour of Autumn is white. The casual observer may associate this season with the amber and browns of the leaves with white being that of snow, a Winter affair. To me, the colour appears in the sky and the hue that casts on the earth beneath. The skies are like a sheet of white and there is clarity and definition. Precision is manifest.
The air clears your lungs but don't breath too deeply for the dryness of the atmosphere may be too harsh.