That new fall smell.

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I turned on the heat this morning, first time of the season. The house was immediately filled with that smell of burning dust, the metallic odor that makes the unprepared nervous. I used to really hate it, I’ve gotten neutral on it. That’s because K loved this smell: it was one of the markers of the season’s change, she loved fall, and all it’s signals. I love the show (not just the leaves) of fall, the dramatic temperature changes, the skies, the wind.

I’ve developed in these 2 years, a bit of a sadness at fall, the end of motorcycling season is approaching. I now look at the cooler temps with precision—what’s the windchill at the average speed of the trip I’m about to take?

Still, it IS fall, fashion-change (sleeves) come now, time to make chili (another of KMS’s favorites of the time) and find a snow-blower. Welcome to Autumn, the first one in 51 years without K on the earth. Kind of a sad beauty.