Second Spin

I can smell the crisp, winter air from where I am sitting. It makes me wonder how, but I don't pay much attention to such things. My wide range of thinking skills are left to the imagination. When I know I should be thinking about how I smell winter, I'm actually focused on sunsets and lilacs. When I should be focused on sunsets and lilacs, I'm focused on my speaking skills. On goes the cycle, spinning like a dryer on second spin. I can still smell the air, though. I wonder a lot, it seems. I guess I need to breathe. That crisp air may help. One will never know.