Autumn
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I'm starting to believe that we're never again going to see a traditional autumn in this neck of the woods. An autumn that actually starts at the end of September; sees the trees bare after a riot of reds, oranges, and yellows; and is dotted with a first snowfall on Hallowe'en. It was nice, those few weeks of wearing thick sweaters, crisp walks, and leaf-scuffing. I miss the sharp smell in the air that betokens the onset of winter. I miss fall fairs. If that's going to happen at all, though, it'll be so brief as to almost be worthless.