I Smell Snow

As she lies awake she can smell the air. Cold and calm. Peaceful. She hurries to her door. She runs to the street and inhales. I smell snow. Her favorite time of year. The lights and decorations. The glistening of the snow. Everything brighter. Prettier. She takes a deep breath. Then it snows. She stood there smiling. She watched the snow come down. Playing in the air. Each snowflake falling. She breathed in. Life was always better with snow. Hot chocolate and movies. Friends by the fireplace. Scarfs, touques and mittens. Everything was right in her world. She smelled snow.