Help me, I think I'm fallin' in love too fast It's got me hopin' for the future and worryin' about the past

 “The trees had stripped down to their black bones and had heaped leaves in drifts against hedges and walls. Children played amongst them, tossing armfuls into the air, screaming in and out like swimmers at the sea's edge.”

― J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country