The air’s fall scent, nature’s aromatic spice, is undeniable. The long shadows of the season protect the last hardy flowers. The refreshing chill that lingers into the afternoon tells me my time in Fort McMurray is coming to an end for this year. As I organize my belongs in preparation for my drive home, I realize I have become attached to 2_05, even with its little blemishes.  I am getting used to a kitchen range with burners too hot and oven too cool.   A person can adapt to a low-voltage microwave and I have learned that I can refilter chewable coffee. Mashing potatoes with a fork, roasting meat in aluminum foil…