Wayah

There's something fitting about spending all day walking through a landscape and then curling up with a book at night to read about that very landscape. Fitting, like a soundtrack to your day. Charles Frazier's Thirteen Moons:

He ached with newfound pleasure all through autumn's many stages, the slow day-by-day coloring of fragile dogwood and sumac and redbud in late summer, then maple and poplar, and the sudden netherward jolt of the first frost and the overnight withering of the weeds, and finally the heroic fortitude of oak, its most persistent dead leaves gripping the branches all through the bitterest winter until finally cast to earth by the push of new growth in the spring.