There was a risk the sun might come out so, after stopping off at the Post Office, i took Nicki to Whatcom Falls for a romp. Virtually no one else was there as we headed down our usual trail.
Nicki was more excited than usual, padding from left to right and doing a lot of nose-pointing. It was then that i noticed how fragrant our surroundings were. Fall, i thought, has the reverse elixir of spring.
In Spring, smells rise up from the ground and fill the air with their vibrant sweetness. In Fall, they seep back into the ground soft and musky. Now it is the ground which is rich with moist and chocolaty flavours as rotting wood and decaying leaves exude a honey-thick smell. What effluvias beyond my spectrum, must be darting into Nicki's brain, I wondered, as he pointed about in aromatic ebullience.
But, my nose is colour and what i could see was how some genie had darted through the trees guilding the leaves with a magic wand. Did Cortez ever grasp such gold? Why should a leaf be less precious?
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