:: halcyon days ::

" ...As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover

the evening sky,

As softness, fullness, rest, suffuse the spirit

and frame the fresher, balmier air;

As the days take on a mellower light,

and the apple at last hangs really finished

and indolent ripe on the tree,

Then for the teeming quietest,

happiest days of all!

The brooding, and blissful halcyon days!"

{Walt Whitman}