CNF Writing Exercise: Exercise on Rhetorical Techniques

There is a distinct smell to cold air. It stings your nose, and it brings a word to mind: clean. I encounter it in many different places, but none better than the smell coming from the freezer of our refrigerator. I stick my head in the freezer, nose almost touching the ice on the walls, and take a long whiff like I’m addicted. It’s the smell of cold and fresh. In my room, the cold air smells like cold and Downy, one of my favorite cold scents. In school classrooms, the 2 air conditioners tuned all the way up, it’s the smell of cold and nostalgic. I take a whiff (of the air directly coming from the AC, not the smell of my classmates), and settle down, ready to take notes for my class. In the school’s library, the smell is cold and dusty. One of my favorites would be the Faculty Room 3, which is cold to the point of being comparable to a refrigerator. The air there is strikingly cold, cold enough to remain in my memory even after 2 years of not having stepped a foot in there. In most cold places cold I go, I stuff my face in front of the AC and take a long inhale, likely looking deranged, but feeling happy as an addict taking a hit.