“October Country … that country where it is
always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That
country whose people are autumn people,
thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose
people passing at night on the empty walks
sound like rain.
Ray Bradbury, quote from The October Country
It as at this time every year, that I marvel at the wonder and wisdom that was Ray Bradbury. He had a special way with words, that allowed the reader to truly see the world as he saw it. Nothing can compare to his vision of an autumn dream. Barren fields, all traces of greenery long since gone. Grand vistas of trees aflame with dying leaves. The magic that encapsulates the world at dusk on Halloween night. The sheer joy, nervous excitement and wonder of a symphony of doorbell chimes met with all the treats a small child could ever dream of.