Thick and pale grey, the blanket of clouds thrown over the sky only highlights the brilliance of the autumn trees. The tall maples reach upwards with their vivid oranges and reds, the proud oaks comfort with their warm browns, & the cheerful birches enliven with their yellows. A neatly formed “V” of Canadian geese can be heard long before their arrow shoots slowly across the sky, heading south. The warm breeze also looses the pumpkin orange pine needles from the Eastern White Pines, covering the ground in a soft footfall. An aged copy of Jane Eyre sits, with faded ribbon marking the pages last turned, waiting.