Can't you smell that smell?

The smell of doomsday, death or is it just that of an intolerably lengthy period of disease looming overhead? Whatever this zephyr of a winter carries on it's warm breeze, it certainly won't be killing off virus and bacteria the way any natural Canadian winter would. While I love the opportunity for cycling and patios well into January, I would happily concede to the sofa, with a take-out Double Double and a friend for a cushion, knowing that the blustery blasts from without would bring a truly cleansing rebirth, come the spring.