The color of the leaves. A warm cup of coffee…or maybe a little boilo. A cup of Tommy’s M & S chili, while watching the Halloween parade in St. Clair, PA. The crunch of leaves under your feet, amplified by the sidewalk…or muffled on a forest floor.
There is nothing like the cool, crisp air; carrying the delicate scent of burning wood. Impressionist paintings embedded in WordPress blogs. In close proximity to a great deal of blather.