The smell reminded me of yesterday, a hazy scent or perhaps mixed with the permanence of my decisions, not unlike the passing of summer and the hints of winter.

  Summar warmth clings, yet the chill permeates the weather, and one's solace turns to the new scents of the season; pumpkin spice.

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  Apples, cinnamon, pumpkin spice, all are yummy as I eat these fall delights.

  As the seasons turn, so does life, and the scent of tomorrow is replaced by the naunces of yesterday.