That night was the turning-point in the season. We had gone to bed in summer, and we awoke in autumn; for summer passes into autumn in some imaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 356, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
A YOUNG MANS THOUGHT ON JUNE 16TH made me realise the times WHEN I HAVE FEARS, so i decided to go with OTHELLO to go see MAYA ANGELOU. But then I realised the FUTILITY in AUTUMN, That lady sitting there all ALONE. yip she was a PHENOMENAL WOMAN indeed