This is a city of homes - of bricks and backyards and brunches, of tethers and misletoes! Autumn is not in soul of this city - Lonely mounds of leaves (oh so pretty!) cannot find an alley of slumber and touch the beautiful hems of a wander late in the afternoon - for doors are shut and souls are indoor weaving warmth for the winter in the bosom of her nest.

There is no other lonely place in this city!