The Scent That Winter Brings

This morning as I left the house the familiar scent of Fall was gone.  The emptiness in the air hailed the smell of winter, a solitary lack of scents that distinguishes by freezing each of the little hairs inside your nose on its way to your lungs.  And as the air goes deep it wages a battle against the comfortable air inside, hesitant to evacuate.  

I almost forgot the smell of winter.

I find my nose controls my mind.  A scent is like the key code to a machine that overcomes time and space.  Just a small amount can take you back to a place, or put you beside a person.   It can carry you away to things you'd forgotten.  Or another can change your mind.  Change your perspective about the day.

I am frigg'n Tucan Sam,  soaking in the winter.