The air outside is crisp against my warm face

It embraces my exposed skin like a sheet of ice

I can feel my cheeks turning a rosy pink

The fleece of the blanket provides warmth in contrast to the wind

Which carries 

The smell of wood as if it had been freshly chopped 

Lingering, it brushes up to the edge of my nose, where I can almost taste it:

The faint flavor of chai and nutmeg

Two delicacies become one as the aroma of wet bricks and pavement surfaces

And scattered across the pavement is nothing but

Leaves of orange and gold 

Dropping from the trees onto the lawn below

Halloween decor and lawn signs are dispersed across the front of each house

A car drives by here and there

Which is miniscule compared to

The sound of city leaf clearing trucks driving up and down the street

And a single can racing across the neighbors sidewalk

The sound of metal on pavement is delicate

As is the way a fall morning feels

Sitting on a bench [where]