"It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul."
- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (via junglemusk)
(Source: larmoyante, via junglemusk)