Deep down, I reckon the sweetest moment will come when its finally all over. When, at last, I know that I can stop fighting. Of course itll also be a little sad. The sweetest moments, yknow, always come with just a little sadness. – Evander Holyfield
October sunshine bathed the park with such a melting light that it had the dimmed impressive look of a landscape by an old master. Leaves, one, two at a time, sidled down through the windless air. – Elizabeth Enright, “Apple Seed and Apple Thorn,” 1953
