Autumn Travels

It could be the cold air that keeps my brain awake, alert and urges it to hold on to every incoming stimuli
    Pushes me further to remember the past.
Perhaps it is the inhalation of smoke, the smell of fire burning
    that ignites the primitive regions of my brain to come alive and viscerally respond.
Leaves and crisp air. Nostalgia and tears.
    All wrapped up together in a season, a few months of the year.

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