Autumn is my favorite season. This year I had one day of what I would consider true autumn: the sweet smell of damp and fallen leaves, apples, pumpkin bread, brisk air. It was lovely. I had to enjoy the entire season in only one day in that mountain town. But I think I succeeded.
Despite the Midwest feeling of that fall day, now and then there was a reminder that I wasn’t in central Illinois:
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