I live in a part of the country where its impossible to ignore the changing seasons. That isn't true everywhere. I remember constantly having to think twice about that when I lived in Southern California.
There is a kind of beautiful melancholy that comes will fall. Here's an example of that beauty in my very own back yard today.
But the days are shorter as the darkness begins to take over the light of long summer days. And at least up here in the tundra, we know that the harshness of winter is on its way.
Melancholy isn't all bad. A change of pace is nice and taking a few moments to reflect is usually good for the soul.
If you ever had any doubts that melancholy could be beautiful, let me suggest that you let Eva disabuse you of that.