I step outdoors into the sudden coolness and feel my skin tingle with excitement and anticipation. I can hear the rustle of the wind blowing through the dry leaves that still cling to their branches and feel the chilled air on my face. My feet crunch on the dead leaves that have already fallen and slide across the half dried patches of mud. I feel revitalized as I inhale the damp scent of moist dirt and grass and wet bark through my slightly runny nose. Faint calls from the birds high above migrating south reach my ears and I want to run and fly with them. I can taste the promise of rain in the mist I breathe and my hair begins to curly tightly on its own accord. Smoke from a neighbors wood fire reaches me and triggers cravings of hot chocolate and melted marshmallows.