in a memory

Just now on my way in to class, for a moment i thought I caught the smell of sea breeze--an interesting occurrence here in land-locked Colorado. it's a bright day with a consistent breeze still forcing me to wear a fleece, despite the shorts and flip-flops. More interesting however, are the memories that are linked in our brains to specific smells, at random times. Makes me wonder if it was a smell at all, or just a brain dysfunction. Either way, memories are nice. Errr, the nice ones anyways. :)

Challenge from class:
What (who) would you die for? Are you living for it (them)?