It's crispness, it's anticipation, it's melancholia, it's cool breezes replacing summer's heat.
It's long days in the field, a harvest festival when work's done, a cheering crowd in a football stadium, chrysanthemums punctuating a somber landscape.
It's Halloween high-jinx, pumpkins grinning toothy smiles, the crack of pecan pressed against pecan.
It's the first curls of woodsmoke, fresh blisters from pushing a rake.
It's crisp and fresh and mellow and snug, solemn and melancholy.
And it's very, very welcome."