why does everything need a header?

You can't smell much in winter. Spring comes like a steel tornado and fills your face with all these things you forgot had scents and all of a sudden you remember last year. Or a least a feeling of last year. Or the year before that? Who knows. But your nose is no longer lonely. All of the sudden. There, like a whisper in your window, you crack it open just a touch and someone's smoke seeps in like a snake too polite to ask if he can come in, yet too curious to stay out.