there's something about fall that feels like home to me. i think it's because i grew up in the woods, in a log cabin, and fall had a certain powerful sensory richness to it...the sweet smell of ripeness and earth, the glow of infinite shades of reds and yellows and oranges, the warmth of a fire in the fireplace.
there's a cozy little town near where i grew up, and 'round this time of the year they hold an annual harvest fair. there's apple picking and goat-cheese tasting and cider and doughnuts. and pumpkins. and robert grawi, the inventor of the gravikord, is always there, playing one of his magical instruments, doing duets with his flute-playing wife.
