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Beguile us in the way you know.

Robert Frost, October

The Fall is a magical time in the Great White North, where the cooler temperatures cause trees to undergo a dramatic change in foliage. The spectacle of the bright leaves elicits a mix bag of feeling from nostalgia to bittersweetness and wonder.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

Another famous poem by Robert Frost references a yellow wood, and I imagine it might have looked something like the picture above, except in this photo one road leads into the water, so there's no choice but to take the straight and narrow path. Not as existentially romantic.

The leaves will all fall, and the tree will remain bare until Spring when the first signs of life will stir in the warmth.