A wistful silence that feels like the world is holding its breath.
Russet leaves fall, petrichor lingers after the rain, and bleak skies settle over fallow fields.
Soon, everything will be bare, quiet, and waiting: autumn’s melancholy at its most exquisite.
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For my fellow teachers looking for a seasonal language upgrade: here are some C2 words and phrases to help students name what this season does to the world and to us.
Honestly, though, I’m feeling quite blue with seasonal depression right now. Does autumn bring you that sadness too? 🍂