As we drove away from a great BBQ over at Maryam and Robert
Scoble's place yesterday, I rolled down my window to let the convertible cab
breathe a bit (we didn't have the roof down because it looked as though rain was
impending). As we rolled down the street, I took a deep breath and smelled
autumn. Yes, autumn has a smell – a very distinct scent, at that. I looked at
the sky, I looked at the trees, I felt a slight chill on my arm; we've
officially fallen into the fall season in Seattle. This is my favorite time of
year, largely because the trees are so colorful, and the air is so clear, and
the rain is so cleansing, and the days are much shorter… and I know I'm an
oddball for liking all of that.