Saturday

sounds like: Third round of the US Open, Ra Ra Riot, Sufjan Stevens, The Helio Sequence, and the rest of Autumn (Or What It Feels Like To Fall). Max, Maela and Kai.

tastes like: bacon and birthday cake. Not together, of course.

feels like: good times from family get togethers, the accomplishment that comes from cleaning/organizing, and the sad realization that I own four bicycles and not enough time to ride any of them. I really love those bicycles. 

smells like: sizzling bacon and fresh-brewed coffee, charcoal and cake, that perfume I bought in Ghiardelli Square, the first hint of an autumn crisp in the air.