Photo: PixAl Photography - Alan Jacobs (Facebook) I heard them first. Not saw them—I heard them. A subtle, almost weightless scent appeared in the air so unexpectedly that I stopped, trying to figure out where it was coming from. It was softer than any perfume—not insistent, not sweet, but pure and transparent, like morning light. It was in Monrepos. The park still held the warmth of the past summer, but a different breath was already in the air—calm, damp, autumnal. And only