Today I'm thankful for my the smell of fallen leaves on a cold night. I went outside tonight and it was so strong in the air I could almost taste it. I think that if I had no idea what season it was and someone woke me out of a sound sleep, blindfolded me and put me outside in the yard, I could have told you from scent alone that it was November. Rich, heavy, and earthy made crisp on the the cold air! Someone should figure out how to bottle that smell. It's one of life's greatest smells. That and the smell of book pages. And coffee. And toast. Toast is good, too.
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