Winter passes and the metallic smell of cold is replaced by the sweet scents of spring.

Each night, a little shorter, subtly different from the night before.

Some nights have an almost peppery sweetness, others are smooth like honey.

Even the damp earth after the spring rain smells exciting.

My heart races and my spirit soars, lifted by the life rising all around me.

I am returned to life just as the world around wakes up.

I wonder do others smell spring like I do?

Are they aware that spring nights are a riot of scents?

Do the smells themselves quicken other folks?

…the way they notice the change in the light?