“It sounds like it smells,” I sign, then wave my hands around as if to stir up the fall scents around us.
“Explain,” Tara signs with a smile.
“You know in the morning, when the air starts to feel crisper. Like, hmmm, like there is a sharpness to the air. And it smells a little damp, but not hot damp, cool damp?”
“Yeah…” she signs slowly, skeptically.
“Well it sounds like that.” Pausing, gr...
