Writing Prompt: The Smells Of Winter
This morning I walked outside at 630am and was greeted by chilly air and the reminder that all is right in the world. The air was cold and I could smell winter. It didn't smell like snow, but it was that beautiful, refreshing non-odor that accompanies only the coldest of temperatures. I slowed my steps on my way to my car to fully enjoy it. I was bundled up so the cold didn't get to me, but even if it had, I like to soak it up while I can. Some people turn their heads toward the sun to soak up its warmth, but not me. I'm a slave to frigid temperatures. I want to wear two sweaters and a scarf. And gloves, and maybe even a hat. I want my nose to get cold and my breath to be seen in the air. Sometimes I drive with my windows down for as long as I can stand it. If I'm not worried about staying warm, then it's not cold enough.
+Title from The Dandy Warhols