Hi all you people out there! How are you doing this wonderful evening? It's beautiful here in Illinois. It's breezy and cool, yet not cold, and doesn't quite feel like fall yet. I love fall; it's got that feeling of crisp in the air, yet it's got this incredible feeling of yearning and melancholy, too. Maybe that's just me. I love the smell of woodsmoke, too. It's one of my favorite memories from childhood. Bright moonlit nights with the moon reflecting off every visible surface covered with snow. Absolute quiet except for the crunch of snow underfoot. A few moonlit clouds in the cold black sky. Your breath puffing out in a white mist. The smell of pure snow, like when you're in an igloo. It's like you're the only person in the world, and then you smell woodsmoke and know you are not alone. It's just a sublime mix of senses that only people in the country can get, cause you don't ever get that still and sense of complete loneliness in the city or suburbs.