Fine.

How beautiful the season is now--How fine the air.


A temperate sharpness about it.


Really, without joking, chaste weather--Dian skies--I never lik'd stubble fields so much as now--Aye better than the chilly green of the spring.


Somehow a stubble plain looks warm--in the same way that some pictures look warm--this struck me so much in my Sunday's walk that I composed upon it.

- John Keats