I’m craving the clean, meadowy smell of pine trees and grass, the smoky scent of steam emanating from neighbours home, and the cool, frost but springy kiss of fresh, mild winter air. I’m longing for the sight of forested, tranquil trails, parks, bungalows, and fluffy, cloudy, soft-pastel blue skies. I want to hear the upbeat sound of kids playing, dogs yapping, cars driving, and shopping carts walking.