[turgon]

As a teenager october and september were always very special for me. In pennsylvania the fall weather is remarkable. the bright orange and golden hues of the maple trees can turn an entire mountain range into a kaleidoscope of colors. With a few clouds chasing each other across the sky I would grab a light coat and maybe an apple out the door I went. With no destination in mind but a path thru the forest which edged my smalltown. I really don't have the words to describe the beauty of those carefree days, and the lofty heights of imagination JRRT helped me find. except maybe to say on those walks thru the woods a cloud would break, or a shaft of sunlight would sneak thru the vault of treetops and suddenly I was in the fair gardens of lothlorien; or maybe creeping thru the gloaming of mirkwood.
Later in life I borrowed from Jrrt's literary skills to woo my onetime fiance. to great effect i might add.