Every morning when I rode my bicycle to school it was about that time. The baker had done all his preparations and the good stuff went into the oven, releasing that heavenly smell. It was so strong it would penetrate the walls, traveling through the air straight to my nostrils. It was so strong that you needed a strong stomach in the early hours, but nothing can beat the smell of freshly baked goods.
This post was inspired by the daily prompt: Smell you later