October is the month for painted leaves…. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.
—Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), “Autumnal Tints”
October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.
—John Sinor (1930–1996), in San Diego Union-Tribune