Today I woke up to the smell of snow. It's the scent winter has: snow smells clean and fresh, and cold. Yes, it smells cold. Not feels cold (today is actually warmer than other days). You can smell the chill.
One of my favourite smells is the smell of the air after rain. My dad tells me that the ozone layer descends: the air molecules (usually have two oxygen molecules) have three oxygen molecules, and that's why the air seems fresher and fuller and more delicious to breathe. I think that this smell is the smell of spring: rain, oxygen, life. The air after a rain is clean and it's the kind of thing that makes you feel happy to be alive.
Also on the list is the smell of the sea beach. I smelled this for the third time (other two were when I was 1 or 2 years old) last summer, at Virginia Beach, and it was PERFECT. By the beach, you could smell the seawater - salty, ocean air. Very good. There were a lot of horseshoe crabs there, dead or alive . . . just mostly dead. A few were seen floating in the shallows. I think I stepped on one's claw once. Every morning, they were piled up on the shore.
I want to remember the smell of real woods. Not hiking trails - the real forest. I've never been in a real forest where there are trails and sightseeing and guarantee of no wolves or bears. Just the wild. I'll post something related to this - 2 things, actually, when I will speak of the wild: the Uglies trilogy and summertime.
This is rather good and poetic. As far as the smells go, the most beautiful sensations come on a cold, wet day - I guess it's because our smell receptors are "primed" to work at their best. In particular, I love the smell of fallen leaves in autumn. On a cold, rainy morning it is so beautiful that I think I would die with it if I had a choice.
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