Then summer fades and passes, and October comes. We’ll smell smoke then, and feel an unsuspected sharpness, a thrill of nervous, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure. ~Thomas Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again
Growing up, I always felt the smell of autumn was the smell of burning leaves. I never thought I would smell it again because in most places, setting fire to the leaves along the curb is banned! But there are still small towns in mid-America where that is not the case. One is Savanna, Illinois and here’s the proof.
No comment on the smoky air, but I still love the scent!
Canon Rebel XTi