October, We Meet Again.

(When autumn comes/ it doesn't ask/ it just walks in where it left you last/ You never know when it starts/ Until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart-- From "Something's Missing" by John Mayer)

I love the smells of October air--earthy leaves, sweet burning wood, rain. I love the sounds of October--the snapping of a football,the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot, the crackle of spitting flames at bonfires. I love the feel of October--chilly in the morning, mild in the afternoon. It's time for sweaters and baking pies--hikes and baking bread--for reading Rilke by candlelight in the evening.