“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."[Indian Summer]”

“Just like every other year, there's a kind of death in the air as the summer is squelched by autumn. It is a lonely feeling.”

“A single red bucket dangled from a single spoke like the last fruit of summer, or like autumn's final leaf.”

“[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”

“I’ve been in love with Summer for 11 years; and I’ve been manufacturing ways to get her to be mine for the last 4 of those years.” I smiled. “Now I’ve got her, there’s no way I’m ever gonna question my decisions to be with her.”Blake, Always Summer.”

“Indian summer is like a woman.”