There is a serenity to Autumn that is not apparent at other times of the year. Beads of sweat don't form on the brow, nor pond in the small of the back. Cold does not seep into the rib-cage, nor gnaw on the bunions. Bees are not buzzing, animals mating or buds a bursting.
Autumn forgives singularity, contemplation and day-dreaming. Autumn gives of ample time, and encourages the luxury of sloth and self-indulgence.