It smells like school hallway lockers, wood fires, and wool, and it sounds crunchy and like sideline cheering, and it feels goosebumpy like icy-stiff wet morning hair and a nose poking out from beneath a down comforter after the windows have been open all night, and the whole world looks so bright and blue and fiery that it sears my retinas.
It tastes like cloves and pumpkins and bad candy.
And there are potted mums outside, and it's sweater-time, and I am SO. SO. HAPPY.