Oh god, it smells like fall.

I had just gotten into my bedroom and my wife had left the windows in the house open and I smelled something. I couldn’t place it at first, but then it hit me: Fall. It has that distinct but unidentifiable smell. It is so wonderful that I feel like perhaps I should cry.

I haven’t smelled this in over 4 years.

I mean, I have gone places where it is actually fall since then, but it’s not the same to have it just happen one day. Fall is easily my favorite time of year. I just pulled out an old photo album and scanned in some pictures I took while driving up the coast of Michigan about 4 years ago. I love these pictures, and here are three of my favorites: