Up here in New England, we are very fortunate to have different seasons. We have spring, summer, fall, and the best, winter. Being outside on a cold day activates all five senses. You can feel the briskness, smell the air, hear the whoosh of the wind, and see the snow drifting across the ground.
But to taste winter is the ultimate experience. You can taste winter in both a literal and a figurative sense. Picure being a kid, running outside to the freshly fallen snow, taking a heaping handful, and stuffing it in your mouth. Your head starts to hurt. A brain freeze. Breathing in, the wind going down your throat, filling your lungs and stomch with brisk air. It is a refreshing feeling.
Tasting the winter doesn't even have to be literal. You can be walking in a field covered with snow, and you can just taste the seasons. It tastes refeshing and cold, while also tasting of death, for all the lives it has taken over time. You can taste the fun and excitement winter brings, giving people the means to ski and sled. Winter has many tastes, some good and some bad. It is a reminder of the best seaoson of the year. Winter.
But to taste winter is the ultimate experience. You can taste winter in both a literal and a figurative sense. Picure being a kid, running outside to the freshly fallen snow, taking a heaping handful, and stuffing it in your mouth. Your head starts to hurt. A brain freeze. Breathing in, the wind going down your throat, filling your lungs and stomch with brisk air. It is a refreshing feeling.
Tasting the winter doesn't even have to be literal. You can be walking in a field covered with snow, and you can just taste the seasons. It tastes refeshing and cold, while also tasting of death, for all the lives it has taken over time. You can taste the fun and excitement winter brings, giving people the means to ski and sled. Winter has many tastes, some good and some bad. It is a reminder of the best seaoson of the year. Winter.
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