A brisk clean smell, not like rain, but of freshness. This is winter.

A time where snow is supposed to fall, cozy up to the fire, tea,

no one saying anything to you about when you want to say in for

a night to read, watch a movie, or do absolutely nothing.

That is what the season calls for. Or at least the northern part of Jersey.

This season and time of snow, time with family, or time to spend alone.