Brooklyn Air - arr. Michael Markowski (Concert Band Grade 3)In Brooklyn (and pretty much everywhere else in New York City), the air is always an exotic melting pot of smells. Freshly baked donuts, sweet springtime flowers, and salty ocean breezes combine with car exhaust, dust, and sun baked garbage to form an aromatic paradox. Every breath you take is complex and bittersweet. In Italian, the word for air is aria, a word most of us probably recognize from its origins in opera. Although we typically know it as