Winter is coming.

That smell is back. That, which plagues the cooling air of end-autumn. At this time of the year it's ubiquitously spread out. It creeps into my nostrils and reminds me of an aimless melancholy.
To think I used to like this smell is an increasingly fictional thought. I am going to have to deal with it now, till winter truly sets in. Then, I will catch a cold.