the smell of october.

is it the smell of decomposing leaves that makes me so happy? i can't quite figure it out, but i love, LOVE the smell.

i'll be outside trying to avoid watching my dog "take a turd" (as abbey says) and i'll close my eyes and inhale (away from aforementioned dog turd) and i smell my playground at campus school.

it's a strange sensation that makes me certain that, when i open my eyes, i'll be on the west playground (or as we called it, "the big kids' side") and there will be the giant A Frame that kids would climb up. or the swing set where i stupidly put my tongue on the rings one winter. or the large hill with round wooden pillars coming off of it that was home to many King of the Hill games. and maybe it's my pregnancy hormones or my nostalgia getting out of control, but i can barely keep myself from crying as i think of it.

leingirlz3, i'll bet you know exactly what i'm talking about.