I'm pretty sure that the reason wintry air tastes wet is that it condenses in your mouth while you breathe.

N.B. See Eternal Sunshine if you haven't. Blew me away. Reminds me of my own crazy trips to the beach with certain people for random reasons. People who maybe thought they wanted to erase those memories themselves. Hmm. Beach. Talking. Sand whipping your face, getting in your beer. Trying to block said beer without geting it warm. Thinking, half-consciously, if the wind makes me so cold, why doesn't it do anything for the beer? But you know the answer so the question dies on your mind's lips. Trying to light a cigarette at the beach, behind a blanket, while the sun is setting/rising(either, it doen't matter which; you've done both), and that turns into an opportunity for someone to wrap his blanket around you, ostensibely to help you light your cigarette. "Light me one too," he says, rubbing your back, trying to keep you warm. Nobody ever told you California could be so cold. You wonder how the hell you got to the beach and why you didn't buy more booze when you had the chance. Oh well, it's almost 6 am, you can buy some more. Does that make you an alcoholic? You smile. Sun's definitely up now. Magic's fading. gotta be a useful member of society now. Says who?! Says they.... they who write the rules, unwritten rules but still, what are you gonna do about it? Gonna revolt? Ok, but for how long? Got a lot of seminar to read. Wish you could melt in his arms. You yawn. Shatters the sexiness. Or not. He senses you're tired but, better still, he senses you want to be bundled up in the moment so he stays still. Rubs your back harder. Draws you near. You don't fight it anymore. Cars on the 101, you wonder, why are they rushing past the beach so fast? You want to be swallowed up in his thoughts forever, thoughts that keep you whole and loved, and always there in the front of his mind. He'd take you to the beach anytime. Even just to sit and try to light cigarettes and down a box o' Lucky and try to solve the puzzles on the caps. Finally the silence is broken. It had to be some time or another. I'm not in heaven yet, you say to yourself; this had to end somtime. Might as well be now. "Want a Hot Pocket?" He knows your desires. You smile. Yeah. But one more cigarette. God, don't ever let me forget these moments. Here, let me light that, he offers. We got a beer left too. Wanna go back to school soon? You put your head on his shoulder and try to memorize the rhythm of the ebb and flow. No, you say. Wake me up only if you absolutely must. As you close your eyes you feel the strengthening sun. You fall asleep to the sound of the sizzling cigarette he's smoking, and seagulls in the crashing waves.