The Smell of Fall
Everyone has a smell that reminds them of autumn, and more specifically, of autumn in a place they love. For four years, I lived and was enchanted by Santa Fe, NM. Autumn smells like roasting green chiles and pinon wood to me. Nothing can quite replicate the former, but luckily a friend of mine found something for the latter… recreating a sensation out of the context of its native time and place is such a mysterious mix of melancholy and contentment. I wish they had a name for that feeling, a kind of happy longing that makes you realize you did something right along the way.