Autumn is almost upon us. I can feel it even as the breezes are warm; they carry the scent of harvest. Apples and grapes, and cooler gusts from the ocean bring salt and rotting kelp to my tongue ( Read more... )

When we arrive, I am immediately met by people whose faces I recognize, whose scents are familiar. A very large man introduces himself and I promptly forget his name. He tells me that someone I know is looking for me. The doctor. Oh, right. Boy ( Read more... )