Autumn Sights and Musing 



T TNHAPPY that lot of ours doomed 

 ft* to city living when our hearts are 

 in the woods and the echoes of bird and 

 brook songs sound across the babble of 

 the shop. But not quite hopeless while 

 the cars are running or bicycles can be 

 had on the instalment plan ; nor even 

 when we are tied up in our offices. We 

 can always look up, at any rate, and whoso 

 fails in that privilege neglects high conso- 

 lations. One man and he has dyspep- 

 sia, too believes that there will be no 

 ennui in heaven, because he could look at 

 the sky for billions of years without grow- 

 ing tired. Most beautiful and exhilarating 

 of all, perhaps, is the blue, the soft blue 

 of spring, the sadder blue of autumn, the 

 deep, strong, splendid blue of January ; 

 but a common curiosity seeks for shapes 

 and other colors. 

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