It is an absolutely spectacular fall morning. It’s temperate, breezy, a bit foggy. Orange and gold are creeping down the trees, and the breeze is sending single leaves fluttering. The air smells like leaf mold and (for some reason) crushed blackberries. (This is weird, because I’d swear there’s not a berry anywhere around.) It makes me want to dig around and find my favorite incense, Kyoto Autumn Leaves, the one James hates because it smells faintly of burning leaves and makes him think the house is on fire. It’d be the perfect grace note to the autumn smell.

But alas, I have work to do, and promises to keep, and comics to go before I sleep.