Reminisce

I smelled a familiar scent in the air one night about two weeks ago right before Christmas. It was one from my childhood and it was one of wonder and one I hadn't remembered smelling for a very long time. It reminded me of the season we were in, and took me back to much simpler times (in a way). It was a scent that felt like wood fires burning somewhere close, combined with that of snow on the chill winter air.

Now normally, it would strike me as a wonderful experience... It once upon a time meant that everything would be made new by a new blanket of chilled white covering all the imperfections of this world, even if only for a day and a night.

Once upon a time, it was magic.

And it would be still. If I were standing in Indianapolis, Indiana, that is, and I weren't really standing in Los Angeles, California. It's supposed to snow in Indianapolis this time of year. It isn't in LA (even though it did, however briefly in Mailbu a couple of years ago).

It's hard enough for me to be here sometimes, especially with the temperatures in the seventies and eighties, and especially during the season where you are hearing "songs of joy and peace" extolling the snow falling and how wonderful it is to see. A serious disconnect as I'm walking in Hollywood, even though I had been just the week before walking past a big Hollywood type of display of the Hollywood Hills covered in three feet of snow.

The clean scent of magic (however wonderful), in (at) an inappropriate time. Boding? As I have said before, the day snow starts falling for real in large quantities in El Lay, is the day that I go back to the Other Coast, where I can expect snow to be falling at that time of year.

Still, it was a wonderful reminisce...