"Leaves, fall from trees
but I believe,
there are better ways to fly
I have found paradise
in your beautiful eyes"
Touching down - Billionaire
The smoke of autumn.
It's a smell you miss when you live in the Deep South.
There is no hard freeze, no frost and so you don't have piles of leaves, and the wonderful musty smell of their burning. You can't walk around a college campus at dusk in October, breeze just cool enough for a jacket, and soak in the smell.
Maybe it will remind you of Halloween, or backyards full of tag and football. Maybe it will remind you of Homecoming, stolen kisses and first drunks, dizzy under the stars, dizzy in the smoke.
When I moved away from the South I will never forget that first fall back in the chill, back in the smoke.
Nostalgia, with moderate winds from the North, slightly cooler in outlying areas.