04 February 2012

Smell of Snow

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.



  1. 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.

  2. Sighing, here. I know the smell of snow well. It lives here. In fact, I think my house is where you were smelling from.

  3. Just wanted to let you know Linda that I've nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award! You'll find more on my blog


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