the light of autumn
What is the difference between the light of summer and that of autumn?
There is a difference, I can see it. Where summer is bold, autumn is hazy. Where summer glares, autumn mellows. And where the light of summer picks out silhouettes in blinding brightness, boldly slashing pictures in light and dark, autumn’s light drips gentle gold, letting it sink into the colours and bringing forth the details between the contours.
Maybe the difference is that of extremes crumbled, of experience gained, of subtlety discovered.