This morning, walking the Homewood campus devoid of students, the trees pocking a solid grey sky, the air smelled of snow. I have wanted snow, a good dusting to cover the world, to walk with fat flakes melting on my cheeks. It was 50 degrees, so I figured the smell drifted on wind hundreds of miles away, from some place where the air shivered.
Later, waking from a nap, the air full of swirling white. We hiked the woods, tasted icy delciousness on our tongues, warmed up later under fleece.
Mother Nature is a fickle being.
Peace...
I can smell snow, but thought it was my own strange idiosyncracy. I love sharing it. Homewood---JHU? I went to Goucher years ago, now out in California where the smell of snow is only a memory. It's one I never want to lose, though. Thanks for reminding me.
ReplyDeleteSighing, here. I know the smell of snow well. It lives here. In fact, I think my house is where you were smelling from.
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