This is what autumn smells like

I smelled autumn yesterday.
It was the sweet smell of freshly squeezed or crushed apples.
The air was juicy, mouth watereing, succulent, and the wind was the scent of crisp apples wisping through my hair.
I found myself wanting to lick the air.
I couldn't capture the smell or breathe in deeply enough.
Each inhale brought a new burst of flavor into my lungs.
And i thought to myself,
this is was autumn smells like.

a million little black polka dots

It must be the heat wave.
There are thousands of little ladybugs crawling across the windows of my house.
They landed a couple at a time on my arms as i stretched out on the grass.
They never fly straight, they always fly in an intricate path of circles and loop de loops.
Some have little black polka dots, and some are all red.
Their wings flutter less gracefully than a butterfly's...
but they disappear when the ladybug lands.
It's magic.
They are here for the last taste of summer.
Outside, they are swarming and flying all around, as their red backs hit the sunlight just right.
Good luck is dressed in a million little black polka dots.

fuzzy scarf

I love taking morning walks. It's become my weekend routine. The dew is still dripping, the frost masked by the shade still crunches underneath your feet, and you actually see a little baby inchworm making it's journey across the road. It's a sort of bliss noticing everything around you.
This post is going to be short because i'm just about to walk into bliss...
The sky is blue, the grass is still wet, the leaves are a warm honey, and maple syrup red, the birds are singing sweet melodies, and i am wrapping my fuzzy scarf around my neck.
Going on a walk is a very capturing experience for all of your senses.

Here's a little enlightening poetry for you:
"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
as I have seen in one autumnal face"
John Donne