The weather in L.A. is FINALLY beginning to cool off and the air and sky are feeling a bit more fall-like everyday. This is my favorite time of year. Around this time of year, I like to read a good bit of autumnal literature and/or poetry. Rilke’s “Autumn Day” is one I always come back to, so if you have a moment to read it and reflect on the meaning of the season, I highly recommend it:
“Autumn Day,” Rilke
Lord: it is time. The summer was so immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials,
and let loose the wind in the fields.
Bid the last fruits to be full,
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.