The other day, I was awoken in the very early morning by a westerly wind and the scent of donuts beginning their lives in a vat of frying oil.
This morning, I was awoken in the very early morning by an easterly wind and the scent of trees ending their lives at a paper mill.
One of these things smells like happiness. The other smells like poopies.
I like one much better than the other.
I’ll take the smell of donuts cooking over trees cooking any day!!