Cake.  Thick Strawberry cake.  It hit me in the nose this morning when I walked out of my home.  Lovely, I thought.  The air is so thick this morning that the sweet smells of the flowering trees combined into a strawberry cake-like cloud.  I stopped in my tracks and took a deep breathe.  I have been waiting for this.  I have been waiting for the air to get thick with smell again.  I know that in a few weeks I might be cursing the same thing I am now praising, but this morning it is great.