If silence had a scent I imagine it would be crisp and cold. Have you ever stood outside during the polar vortex? The kind of cold that hurts to breathe in.

Sometimes this cold is refreshing and recharges you. It makes you feel alive and move around. It is brisk and invigorating, exactly what you needed to wake up and get started with your day.

Sometimes it hurts. It stabs like knives and burns. Every breath in takes effort because you know the pain is coming.

That is what silence would smell like to me.