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Gustav Klimt, Birch Forest, 1903. “The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town.” Emily Dickinson (c. 1865) For some, the arrival of autumn brings pleasure and anticipation: crisper mornings, changing leaves, cosy evenings, and the return of familiar routines after the openness of summer. For others, autumn is less welcome. The shortening days can bring a sense of loss. Summer is over, the evenings are

Camille Pissarro, Morning Sunlight on the Snow, Éragny‑sur‑Epte , 1895. Oil on canvas, 82.3 × 61.6 cm. Collection of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston (The John Pickering Lyman Collection). “If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” – Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind (1819) Winter often arrives quietly. Not with drama, but with shorter days, heavier coats, and a subtle drawing inward. The world feels a little smaller. Time feels different. And for many of us, so

A client recently shared that she’d been asked, “Are you happy?” She found herself flummoxed. The question, though seemingly simple,...