One afternoon in autumn, when Peter was seven, we dressed ourselves up in fur and leather and went out for a canter. The sky was that stark blue you only get on cold, dry October days; if you could have reached up to tap it, it would have rung like crystal.
– from Tom de Haan’s unjustly forgotten A Mirror for Princes
Today marks Asheville’s second day in a row of low-70s temperatures and utterly cloudless skies of deep blue. For the second day in a row, I’ve opened the doors and turned off the heat.
And since I first read the quote above well over a decade ago, I’ve not seen a phrase that better captures the supernal clarity of the deep blue skies of autumn.