When I stepped outside, the crisp frigid air struck me as if it was a lightning bolt and it quickly reminded me that winter was the most dominant season that existed. The leaves had completely fallen off of the trees and had been replaced by copious amounts of white, fluffy, cotton candy like snow. When I took a breath, the cold air rushed into my lungs and filled them to capacity. I felt like I was drowning, but it wasn’t painful, it felt as if I swallowed a dense cloud. I was then forced to release it, and when I did, a whimsical pool of carbon dioxide surrounded me. I stayed miles away from the city but, I could still feel all of the things that it had to offer. The constant melodious ringing of sleigh bells, the gentle falling of snowflakes and even the angelic voices of the Christmas carolers. Everyone, including myself seemed a little bit more joyous. Children played in the snow, created a multitudinous amount of snowmen, snow angels and of course, snowballs. The animals would be peacefully hibernating in their respective environments, not concerned about gathering food because that job had been completed before their prolonged period of rest. During winter, the days were shorter, and the nights were much longer. Even though the days during winter weren’t long, they had an effect that would make the most depressed person smile. And that what makes them so special. The nights during winter are arguably just as majestic. When I stepped outside, the nights were slightly colder than the day, and that made me squeeze tighter to my jacket that much more. Christmas lights illuminated not just my neighborhood but as long as far as I could see. It was absolutely breathtaking. One of the most anticipated events of winter is Christmas. Christmas is a very festive time of year. It is for the celebration of Jesus Christ’s birthday, and

during this time, people usually exchange gifts with one another. Winter was an escape from reality. It allowed me to live in the moment and soak every aspect of it in. Here’s the thing about winter. It’s not just something you see, it’s something you feel. Even though the temperature outside is low, you can still feel the warmth in the air. During winter, the simplest things are the most detailed. Such as the way the snow covers the ground like a big white blanket that’s been freshly washed and dried. Or the way the sunlight reflected off of the snow covered ground and produced a majestic hue that continuously left me utterly speechless every day I looked at it. Another thing is the way snowflakes meticulously trickle down from the sky like God himself decided to sprinkle powdered sugar on a freshly baked funnel cake. Winter was the time of year where I would sit by the fireplace and let the heat from it radiate and form a warming cloak around my body. Accompanied by my hot chocolate, I would let the fumes from it run into my nose similar to the way a track star crosses the finish line. Serene moments like that one, allowed me to come to the realization that winter is hands down the best season to be alive in.