The Smell of Snow

From my home on a tiny island, I smell snow as it begins to fall on the mountains across Baynes Sound. A smell that goes directly up your nostrils with a slight hint of metal or ozone, a bit like refrigerant. And of course I love to confirm my sense with a trip 'downtown' to the General Store. I round the corner just above the Big Hill and catch sight of the Beaufort Range. Blanketed with pure white powder, glinting under a ponderous steel-grey sky, the mountains seem to float - detached - above the water, ethereal and aloof. Yep... I knew it. Winter's on its way...