The last couple of days I've been inhaling the air deeply in Central, New York. Why? It is a smell and a crispness that is not like other places I've lived. It's not the humid, wet, allergy-toxic air of the Ohio Valley, the dry, cactus gasping oxygen of New Mexico, nor is the salty, sandy air of Florida. It's almost the cool, brackish air of Danish Fjords or the Mountain winds of Vermot, but more definitely distinct to the pine trees, wet soil and cool lakes of the mid-York region.
Whether running, driving a gas guzzler with the windows down, or walking the ol' canine, the air wisps clean. It is something definitely to be happy about in these parts.
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