Finally, it arrived.
Not the actual winter but the hints it’s giving out before it comes.
The smell of snowflakes in the air.
The cold that smells blue.
The anticipation of air turning and sun blazing white.
Ok, so I really didn’t smell the snow in the air (but I don’t think it can be far now) but the rest is here.
We’ve had a long summer and a strange, humid autumn that made everyone sick and today, finally, the air is bracingly cold, the sky is finally showing signs of losing the clouds and the smell of winter is in the air.
I love the smell of each of the seasons but I especially love the smell of winter. After all, it is my season (as I was born in winter).
I hate being cold but I can’t help feeling that when I smell the winter in the night air (as it seems it’s always night now), I feel at ease and comfortable.
There is something in this cold, night, starry air that feels as much me as it can.
I still don’t know why that is that I feel winter is the time of year when I feel most comfortable with everything. Walking in the cold and enjoying Christmas decorations (which are almost here) and then coming home into the warmth and enjoying being comfortable and cocooned in it – not to mention all the perfumes making me feel warm and fuzzy and happy.
The truth is – only the winter perfumes make me feel truly happy and truly me. 🙂
But, even though this might sound like I will be writing more often than lately, I do think it won’t be the case as some of my personal (delayed by me) obligations will have to take precedence over everything, so I believe I won’t be writing as often as I’d like, but I hope that I’ll be here at least once a week until Christmas (and the rush) passes.