Bare trees, almost naked. Fallen leaves, crunched, and crushed to pieces, absolutely destroyed. Air coming out in white puffs. Sharp winds and chilly shivers; these are simply some of the beginning signs showing that, winter has begun.
But what does Winter feel like? What does it look like? What does it smell like? What does it sound and taste like?
Graceful like a swan, winter descends gradually, replacing the sunny warmth with sudden chill; an uncalled cold is bestowed upon us. Temperatures plunge, the weather turns icy, you feel there is a shift in temperatures, indicating the incline in seasons; you can feel cold breezes on your face, causing shivers to run down your spine. The wind pushes against you, and touching the ice makes your fingers go nearly numb, but this is just the beginning.
Winter is not the season for ambient sounds, instead it is its bareness that distinguishes it from all the other seasons. As it creeps upon you, you start hearing the howling winds roaring outside, or the eerie silence as everything is covered in a fine layer of white gleaming snow. You hear the sounds of birds calling to each other, the noises of the fireplace crackling, smell the smoke coming from the stove. Outside, the scent of evergreen trees lingers, the smell of fresh powdery snow as children plays outdoors and make snow angels.
Hot cocoa explodes throughout your mouth nearly burning you but spreading the flavourful taste across your tastebuds. It is scalding but welcoming. The sharp minty bliss of a peppermint or the numbing taste of a cold snowflake melting on your tongue, is this not how winter tastes like?
Ice gleams on the ground it has covered in a flurry, the weakening faint rays of the sun shine on the almost frozen glass water of the lakes. Crystallized snowflakes fall from the sky, unofficially announcing the arrival of winter everywhere. The occasional person can be seen wearing a jacket or a cap and maybe even mittens, night begins to present itself earlier, the twinkling stars can be seen sooner than usual. Fewer and fewer animals can be spotted, for they are busy preparing their homes for the long nights ahead in the next few months; birds come back to their feeders and pinecones are strewn everywhere, as the pine trees holding them let us know that it is time.
Summer, is officially over, and just how the pinecones fall down, the season of winter falls upon us.
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