What's the first thing you think of when you think of fall? For me it's leaves changing colors ... they are the things that fall, after all.
Aside from the color, dry, dead leaves have a distinct scent, especially when sniffed over cold, night air. I got a whiff of that last night, maybe for the first time this season—guess I don't take enough late night nature walks? Or maybe it's something more than that.
The leaf scent reminds me of being a kid and getting really annoyed at the tourists that would come up from NYC and wander through the streets of the small town I went to high school, not paying attention to traffic, eyes agog at the trees overhead. Now that I've lived in New York for a few years I sort of understand—the trees aren't as profuse here. Fewer trees to stare at, less space to gawk. The dry leaf smell exists, but it's harder to pick up over the scent of exhaust and millions of people all doing their stuff in close proximity to each other. It's still there though, as are little pops of color where you don't expect them—like these changing leaves creeping down the wall opposite the fire escape in my bedroom. I'm not even sure where these branches are coming from—looks like they've extended far away from their roots to reach towards the sun.
So yeah, those bountiful country hills with acres and acres of changing leaves are amazing, but I'm pretty impressed with this too.