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How would I describe these nights?
Hot and muggy as typical August,
But with that undeniable smell of fall, the smell of cold,
The smell that gets the butterflies moving in your stomach on the first day of school,
That makes the hair stand up on your neck on Halloween,
That gives you enough energy to rake up all the leaves, just to jump in and scatter them everywhere, so that you have to rake them again.
The smell of the rustling of the leaves... if sounds have a smell...
The smell of the wind and the trees turning color.
That's what tonight was like.
And inside somewhere deep,
I know things are changing like never before.
I wonder how.
Hot and muggy as typical August,
But with that undeniable smell of fall, the smell of cold,
The smell that gets the butterflies moving in your stomach on the first day of school,
That makes the hair stand up on your neck on Halloween,
That gives you enough energy to rake up all the leaves, just to jump in and scatter them everywhere, so that you have to rake them again.
The smell of the rustling of the leaves... if sounds have a smell...
The smell of the wind and the trees turning color.
That's what tonight was like.
And inside somewhere deep,
I know things are changing like never before.
I wonder how.