The winter in Texas seems slow to come like molasses and then somehow, all at once.
Winter has always been my favorite season.
The sounds are clearer and the smells crisper.
It’s more than pumpkin frappuccinos and Christmas lights.
It’s a way of life. Comfort.
Winter is the smell of something crunchy and gooey in the oven,
an extra throw blanket or two on the bed,
the dog at your feet,
leaves crunching under your boots,
body heat warming you,
your breath in the air,
never waking up early enough to scrape the frost off of the windshield,
shorter days,
naked trees,
intimate gatherings,
layers,
laughter,
love,
and light.
It’s been said that life seems to begin again in the Summer, but the opposite must be true.
Life begins again in the winter.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 