Winter Dreams

I step out the door, the crisp air fills my lungs and it feels like fall. The trees are turning from orange to red and as a breeze rushes through the branches, leaves cascade, swirling, dancing and then slowly reaching the ground. I spin, my fingertips brushing leaves and sending them off-course as they fall.

As I turn, the air becomes cooler and my mind wanders to snow on trees, snow glittering on the ground in enormous masses of white, and skis carving their patterns. Pink cheeks, frozen noses, cold hands and the feeling you always get when it is the first snowfall. Hot chocolate that burns my tongue as I swallow, Christmas trees that fill your house with the smell of pines and the taste of cinnamon that has both a sweet and woody flavour. Warm mittens, cozy socks and bonfires that send sparks into the air.

The fire burns low and turns again into a swirling mass of leaves, my hands lower and the dream ends, the wind continues to blow, sending the trees swaying and more leaves flying into the air.