Granny Smith

In the morning, around 6AM, I get coffee started and look out the kitchen window. For the last few days, as Fall comes in very quickly, there has been a crisp, misty smell in the air. It isn't cold, but it is brisk and bracing, and it reminds me of early summer mornings in Scotland with my brother.

Something about the smell and the feel of the air, the fog, and grey...I wish I could describe it better.

I love Scotland, and I love that every morning for the last few days, Seattle has given me a glimpse (a smell-glimpse) of it.