When autumn appears, I get a subtle yet almost overwhelming desire to read The Lord of the Rings.
Every Fall without fail. I'm certain it has to do with Frodo leaving the Shire at the same time. Also, coinciding with that is a particular Fall feeling I've often had, as when considering a tree with a quarter area of its foliage going deep yellow while the rest is yet green; and then later while all the leaves have turned deep yellow that quarter area from before is gapingly bereft, showing sky: a feeling of urgency. It is a feeling in contradistinction to the one of "mellow fruitfulness" that one normally associates with autumn. The animals who store food feel this urgency much more than modern man.
I've read the book enough times to have stopped counting the times. And once I read the entire "trilogy" out loud.
Yet here is Fall and the desire comes upon me again.