I went outside to get some food earlier in the evening and I was struck by the whiff of a very chilly weather. Yes, the whiff, smell, the odor, the aroma of the air. It was as if somebody had slapped me in the face with it. I love that fragrance. It’s the way air smells once it goes below a certain temperature (don’t ask me why, I don’t care, some things need to stay mysterious and not be revealed by science). I adore it. Every winter I get at least several days when this scent just jumps out at me (usually towards the beginning or towards the end of the season). There’s something about it that always made me feel happy… in a childish way that I care not to explain. Mark my words, if there is a heaven, that’s what the air there should smell like (even if they have to keep it frozen to maintain that smell).