I like the appearance of autumn sun legs growing in the room.
It sprouts, grows, grows, blooms, and bears fruit.
A break in the process of a series of life that keeps running.
A moment of contented rest before seeding and falling to the ground to begin a new journey of life.
A picture of Millet's evening bell and gleaning comes to mind.
Every year, I feel soothed by the amber autumn sun that stretches on the floor at this time of year.