Light in October
William Faulkner said he titled his novel Light in August after sitting on his back porch with a glass of bourbon and seeing the summer light shine through the nut colored alcohol. I say that very light he saw is actually October’s light because of its softness. This morning, the Museum in the park was ringed by an autumn glow caused by the rising sun and it was reflected into the glassy lagoon like a fall postcard.
Light in October – lovely.