On the walk to my car after work ... in the brisk cold and bright sunshine, across the sparkly barrens of my route ... the smell of winter reminded me of walking from the school in White Bear across the open space to the rink with our skates slung over our shoulders. It was the kind of day when some kid somewhere must have been getting his tongue stuck on some frosty metal surface. The smell of snow. I don't usually notice it but today, with the sun on it and with the feel of the air so brisk and crisp, it smelled like being a kid again in winter.
I need to go skating.