There’s something about it, that I never quite put my finger on, before. It’s a sensation, a notion, that’s not quite quantifiable. But it’s there. It’s undeniably, fall.
I spoke with Paresh about this the other day. He said it was the smell of wood burning fireplaces that was sparking my association. Scents of oak and pine, of deciduous and evergreen. I’d agree. But it’s more than that.
Its the smell of the wet street, after the first rain. It’s the smell of fallen leaves soaking in puddles. Puddles like glass, reflecting an infinite sky below, with clouds speckled about, regrouping for their next downpour. It’s the shorter days, and longer nights. It’s cloudy mornings, and sunny afternoons. Its the justification for staying indoors, and the motivation to go out, and enjoy the sun while it lasts. It’s tea, its coffee, it’s Billie Holiday on the radio at Starbucks. It’s the excitement of Halloween approaching, and the holidays around the corner.
It’s the cold air on my nose. It’s the sting of a breeze on my shaven head.
I need to buy a hat.
make it red.
Left by chris on October 8th, 2006
things just smell different when its cold outside. the heat of summer causes things to decompose and rot and otherwise raise a stink. but the cold air of fall/winter stops these processes in their tracks and the end result, i think, is what the world actually smells like. clean and crisp…unless you live on the east side of 880 in milpitas. in which case it always smells like the landfill.
Left by Paresh on October 8th, 2006