“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” —Humbert Wolfe
“All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.” —Thomas Wolfe
“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.” —John Sinor
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