With rain slashing the windows and high winds rage through the trees, i sit by the window, watching the elements. All dressed up and nature begging me to stay indoors. I long to go outside, to feel the dampness on my face and smell the fresh air that both hurts the brain with an agonizing freeze and fills the senses with the rich sweetness that comes from the blossom flowers, daring to show their heads.
The cold shivers that rise through my body prick the hairs on my arms as i step into the wind, blowing down from the mountain, now covered in snow.
I breathe, chest rising and falling, filling my lungs with the floral scents and my heart with anticipation.