October 286 October. "Now come the quiet days of Indian summer and the quiet nights of starlight and leaf scuffle." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year. Nostalgic impressions of October.
October 288 October. "…frosty mornings and Indian summer days…." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
October 290 October. "Sere corn blades rattle in the roadside field." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
October 291 October. "One walks seemingly alone with the night and the universe." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
October 291 October. "…as the dusk deepens the eight-hoot call of the barred owl is heard from the far hillside…then silence again, and one’s own footsteps in the leaf-strewn road…farm dog barks in the distance and on the highway down the valley a truck growls into a lower gear for the long grade over the hilltop…the silent stars gleam beyond the thinning treetops." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year. Walking alone on an October evening.
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