A Blast of Nostalgia

I just heard a song that somehow conjured memories of Klamath Falls, OR, where I went to college. Suddenly, I get this very autumn feeling coursing through my being. That somewhat refreshingly alienated feeling smothers me. From a time when the only person I was responsible for was myself. And there hangs in the atmosphere a chill of impending frozen precipitation; it will soon cover that ever-brown grass. My nostrils soon fondly recollect the odd odor of what I can only describe as "burnt dirt." Then the song, Angel in Disguise by Pillar, was over.