In the autumn/winter in the Pacific Northwest, sunshine is a rarity. One of the things I miss about Maryland is the bright, crisp, deep, autumn and winter sun that hangs low in the sky, and seems to never fully wake up.
Walking down the stairs among streams of fellow students leaving, after a long day of classes and meetings, the smell of damp cedar and moldering fall leaves crunching on the floor beneath my feet grabbed my arm, and pulled me aside. I stopped in my tracks. The soft and deep sunlight filtering through the trees and through the doorway, and the long dark lined shadows and slivers of light on the floor, and the scattered colored fall leaves. I stepped out of the stream of students heading out of the door, and was lost in the moment of autumnal perfection, the foyer and hallways heavy with the scent of cedar trees and leaves.