I woke this morning to the calming beauty of falling snow. I stood outside and closed my eyes, call me nuts, but I swear I could hear the snow falling. And the smell... its different from rain, its fresh and cool, and it stirs the memory of other scents like a crackling fire in the hearth and fresh pine needles, but by itself, it is the fragrance of clean air and mountain breezes. Its the soft aroma of fluffy white clouds. At the age of 45 I still get excited by fresh fallen snow.