Outside it looks like the sun is dead. There is water on the ground in puddles. I'm Looking into a cold but peaceful paradise. The puddles are shimmering like a rambo. I see stormy dark clouds in the sky.
Autumn sounds are quiet, even the birds are quiet. You can hear the wind howling like wolves. It sounds calm like the world is spinning more slowly.
It smells like firewood and smoke. It also smelled like fresh air. It smells like baking.
It feels cold and dead. It also feels really wet and disgusting.
It tastes like scones and moza ball soup.
It also tastes like baked treats fresh from the oven.
