The Liminal Space of Libra Season

Virgil Finlay

Leaves begin to crisp with the air. Some hang high with gilded edges, nature ornamenting herself one last time before the barren season, others barely cling to their branches. Days no longer stretch on endlessly but the night remains a gentle distance away. This is the world of the Fall Equinox, the beginning of Libra Season, a sign in-between.