SKETCHES FROM WHEREVER

do you ever come across those smells that take you back to a familiar place. last night the smell of winter was in the misty air which wrapped itself around me like a cool blanket. everything was so quiet. i soon found myself at my grandparents house in the forested mountains of northern new jersey. i remember how the yard could be transformed over night by a fresh snowfall. and how occasionally a deer would grace the yard to complete the norman rockwell american christmas look. i don't think my grandpa really cared much for the deer or snow but when you're from flower mound, texas these things are a treat. so i just wanted to say that i love the smell of winter. thank you, good night.