"...oh, what a fool i was to think that i could get by on a smile and a wink..."

Driving home from work tonight. Thirty eight degrees, sun shining, windows down. Singing, shouting, along to Local Natives. The crisp smell of cold and a fireplace*. Suddenly everything was quite perfect.

*We used to call it the scent of breakfast meats. I think I will always remember that. 

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