"...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coalbins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. that country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain..."
The opening of "The October Country" by Ray Bradbury, 1955.
(*Oddly enough, I posted this yesterday and today it has today's date on it... Insert Twilight Zone theme music here).