I listened to The Love Movement longingly on a school bus in the early fall in Ohio, where the leaves began to fight against their inevitable departure. By the tree that hung over my bus stop, the leaves slowly began to gather around the tree’s base, as if to say We did our best. We’ll try again next time.

Go Ahead in the Rain, The Source Cover

Autumn in literature rolls into Monday.

Hanif Abdurraqib reminisces on listening to A Tribe Called Quest’s The Love Moment in the fall of 98.