“It troubled me with what I can only describe as the idea of Autumn. It sounds fantastic to say that one can be enamoured of a season, but that is something like what happened; and, as before, the experience was one of intense desire.
And one went back to the book, not to gratify the desire (that was impossible—how can one posses Autumn?) but to reawaken it. And in this experience also there was the same surprise and the same sense of incalculable importance.
It was something quite different from ordinary life and even from ordinary pleasure; something, as they would say now, ‘in another dimension.”
– C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy