The smell and sound of raked leaves when you ride your bike through them.
The crisp sound and taste of a fresh apple dripping juices down your fingers.
A delightful breeze blowing across your face and a sky so blue you could swim in it.
The bright orange counterpoint of pumpkins in dead and dying fields.
The savory smell and herb-filled taste of every soup recipe in the box tried in a single week.
October isn't always so lovely; but this one is one for the ages.