Oh how I can smell it. Sitting here at my desk at my home base office, impatiently waiting for winter to arrive, I feel the urge to stand up and head outside. Standing on the green freshly cut grass wearing just a pair of pink shorts, no shoes, no shirt, watching the clouds roll heavily over the mountains pass, as the frigid cold wind takes me in her arms, on this last week of summers end, just before autumn begins, she embraces me all around and I listen to her as she gently whispers to my ear, “I’m coming heavy this year”.