Smells Like Home

I got on the plane in New York with exhaust in my nose, cigarette smoke and rust.  People and infrastructure smells.  I stepped into Milwaukee and it smelled of delicious cold.  Clean and dry.  Mequon smelled even better... like coffee and snow.  And silence.  A nighttime silence.  It's that perfume Mequon wears in the winter, which I haven't smelled in while.  Fireplaces.  Empty parking lots (SteinsHomesteadPavillion).  Down comforters.  Labradors.  Vacant fairways.  The slow-paced wafts that you can breathe deeply and smile.  The smell overcomes you like something you've seen a thousand times, something old disguised as something new.