I like the weather we've been having. A lot. Yesterday morning I woke up and saw snow on the roof, and I could smell the cold air coming in through Marty's window, which I had forgotten to close. And it just felt like I was really home. Today I walked downtown, and on the way home I was kicking the layer of leaves that was laying across the sidewalk. The smell of fall leaves is one of my favorite smells in the world. On the corner across from '34 House I saw the oak trees were still green, but some of the smaller trees around them were bare already. This is why I will never move to Australia.