Don't misunderstand me. I don't mean just the smell of dirt, though that's nice too. And I don't mean just...earth as in the world in general, cause frankly- here in NYC- sometimes the world is pretty stinky.
I mean, the smell of the seasons. The smell of the wind. The smell of ocean. The smell of snow. I love them all.
And today, for the first time this year, I smelled autumn. It put the biggest smile on my face. I had just gotten off the subway and was walking home and a gust of wind came and I smelled it. Changing leaves. The chill in the air. The change.
And then, another gust. And I smelled the cold wind. Though sometimes I don't enjoy the wind itself, I always love the smell of it. The cool frostiness of it. It reminds me of skiing and riding the chairlift at Hidden Valley while growing up. And whenever I smell that, I know that soon I'll also smell fireplaces. I love those smells together.
It's those little things that just remind me how grateful I am to be here. To notice them. To celebrate another year gone by.
And, completely off subject: At work today, John Lithgow came in and I helped him pick out a jelly roll pan. He was very sweet. And I couldn't stop thinking of all the shows he's done. Awesome.
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