I can smell bacon

I went out the on the deck of my apartment today and sat there for a while just taking in the sound of the city and enjoying the first warm rays of the Spring. It is here. I can smell the faint aroma of fried bacon escaping from the kitchen of the restaurant below my unit while I flipped through the pages of the magazine I am reading

Monday mornings, I can smell freshly brewed coffee from the neighboring donut shop. Then the shiny bright people start coming out of their also tiny apartments. They seem eager and ready to earn their wages for Friday and its possibilities are only a few winks away.