FROM A LETTER
I am to have a motor-cycle in two years’ time if I still want one. To speed along with the wind rushing to meet me, streaming past and pushing me back is all I ask—just now: That’s the way to forget troubles and brush away cobwebs unless one has an airplane. I am undecided as to whether I’d rather learn to fly. What joy! I could chase the birds across the sky, play “in and out the windows’’ with the clouds and float upside down! AUTUMNAL SHADES I’ve just been for a short walk and the cool air is very pleasant after the hot day. But how quickly autumn has come! Some of the trees I saw this evening are even now red and yellow, with their leaves spread in a gay circular carpet about their base. Autumn always seems to me rather a sad season, with its mellow days, its dying trees, and its bright transient beauty. It is my second favourite of the year’s seasons. I like spring the best. —Red Star.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 937, 2 April 1930, Page 14
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177FROM A LETTER Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 937, 2 April 1930, Page 14
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