The smell is in the air. Ok, maybe not the air back here in michigan, ok, maybe a little here too. While i can't see it, i can smell it. The smell of snow. The crisp air. The hair in your nostrils freezing. The senses come rushing back. You think you smell it around every corner. Wait, there it is. You can hear the sound of snow crunching under your feet as you walk down a sidewalk in 50deg weather. The chill of the wind has a warming effect on your heart. For we long to be out in the cold bringing the heat. While our bodies lie firmly in the city, our minds and hearts have already left for the mountains. We long for that time, that date when they come back together again. Gnar!
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