So, I guess I'll have to accept it, winter's coming. It hasn't snowed here yet, although I've heard that it has in other parts of the country. I'll tell you this, today "feels" like snow, it "looks" like snow and even "smells" like snow. That feeling, look and smell remind me of this piece, Somewhere on the Edge of Town.
I went out to the Metro today, and the air has that crisp cool feeling, hovering slightly above zero, with that hint of dampness that's not quite enough to cause rain, but you know something is coming. The sky has that grayish - white hue to it; it's completely flat, like a huge velvety blanket in the sky. The usually busy city streets, just yesterday, full of people, is now virtually deserted. And the smell, well, it smells like snow, I can't really describe it, it's as crisp and clean as the air feels when it chills your nose, and that familiar scent just tells you snow is in the air. The three combine, the feeling, the smell and the look have always given me an odd feeling, a mix of melancholy and excitement. Melancholy because the days get shorter, the air gets colder and the days when I can feel the sun's brilliant warmth on my face will be few and far between. But excited because it means hot chocolate, beautiful landscapes, and holidays; it's a new season to look forward to, and change, while not always completely welcome, is a necessary and often good thing.