" There is a smell in the air, the smell of autumn,
a yeasty, damp, fruity smell, carrying a hint of smoke and a hint, too, of decay.
It fills me with nostalgia, but I do not know for what.
It is a smell I love,
for this is and has always been my favorite season."
{Susan Hill}
Taking each day as a gift,
walking, absorbing, appreciating.
Days filled with sweet nostalgia
for memories remembered,
memories in the making,
dreams kindled quietly.
Living in this autumn-festooned world,
I feel a gratitude greater than I've known
with my surroundings.
So quiet, so still, so enchanting.
Thankful.