I have a couple favorite days of the year. One of those days is the first night its cold enough that people in the neighborhood fire up the fire place and that smell of burning cedar hits the cool wintry' air. Ahhh, there's something about it that just puts me in a good place. Last night was that night.
I stood outside and just breathed it in. Looooong, deeeeeeep breaths of brisk cedar-y air. It only is topped by the first snow.
(I'll be sure and let you know when that happens too!)