Entry #3: A Taste of Winter

Frosty Amor here, 

Do you ever stop to actually taste what you’re eating? The other day I stumbled upon this perception.

 

As the brisk chill of winter begins to flow over my shoulders, I am obligated to cover them. My fingers fail to meet the edges of that soft and fluffy cardigan I keep laying around. I instead reach for something cold and stiff at the lining of my bag. The lid bursts open and I scramble to place the tiny and white indulgence back into the metal container. After cleaning that disaster of a mess up in my bag, I am able to peer my eyes upon my cardigan. I place one arm into the sleeve, followed by the other arm in the opposite sleeve. I reach into my pocket and I miraculously find a lost white treat. While it rested on the tips of my fingers, I couldn’t resist the urge of placing it on my tongue. 

The sugary flakes glistened upon my tongue. I breathed out and closed my eyes. The thoughts of this delicacy in my mouth were driven by Christmas morning in 06’. Thud. My brother and I jolted downstairs to gaze upon the mounds of presents at the bottom of our tree. On our coffee table laid the same metal container also found in my bag. I grabbed the treat resembling a snowflake and instantly noticed heaps of fluffy snow falling from the sky. “What a perfect morning” my thirteen year old brother exclaimed. While respectively allowing our mother to sleep in on this joyous day, we threw on our snow gear and dashed outside. I opened my mouth to catch a snowflake and remembered my tongue was still pressed against the fresh confection.

My brother and I pounce in and out of the snow swiftly resembling a bobcat. Like the sound of the snow, I was crunching the sweet and round snack. “Let's build a snowman!” I shouted. My brother started on the base while I started on the stomach. Eventually we put him all together and started decorating. I ran inside, kicked off my boots, and grabbed a carrot from the fridge. I then noticed the container still open on our coffee table. I snatched another while holding my carrot and carefully decided not to track snow all over our house. The remainder of the day was filled with peace and love. I think back to this day often. When shopping at Target, I never forget to grab that joyous and breathtaking treat found in aisle six.

 

“To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold," says Aristotle

Sincerely Woe Amor ♡