Do you smell the nostalgia?

Maybe it's just my overly-sentimental sense of smell, but it's there. Not quite summer, not quite fall. Not ready to end, but not ready to begin either. It's like the earth is right on the edge of diving into a whole new world of orange and yellow and red. It will be brilliant.

Do you smell it? 

On another note, I've been tasting the dreams of pregnant mermaids all day. Pretty fancy stuff.