Winter

From my front window. 

 Winter smells like

roadkill, burn pile, baked bread, wet pavement, wood stoves, pine-scented candles

 

Winter tastes like

chili and cornbread, hot apple cider, cinnamon, chestnuts, oranges

 

Winter sounds like

holiday jingles, wind against windows, creaking and cracking and rustling

 

Winter looks like 

snow peaks, bright stars, knitted beanies, glossy sidewalks, tire tracks, football

 

Winter feels like

roaring fires, flannel sheets, icy fingers, families at tables, puzzles, early bedtimes

 

For this adapting me, winter is

reflection, anticipation, imagination, contemplation, fresh air and belief.  Under layers of blankets. Surrounded by all the senses of winter. 

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." 

— Albert Camus