Do you remember the dry crunch and the softly uttered schloompfph of leaves? Depending a bit if mist is in town. And the secret cats that stare down like gods awaiting your judgement, high up in neighbor’s windows.
And ominous caws and wind with no discernible direction.
Now I am thinking of pumpkins getting carved up into jack-o-lanterns, a fireplace roaring against the chilling air, silly dances and badly sung ghostly carols. Come home, sweet October, come home soon.