A Kiss in the Frost

I still get butterflies every year when autumn awakens me from my long winter’s nap. There’s something so magical about the season’s change, the air is crisp, and the world is fresh. It’s like a big, juicy kiss on the cheek, and I just can’t get enough of it. As the embodiment of winter, I have to admit, I do have a bit of a sweet tooth for the romanticism of the season. The leaves, the colors, the snuggles by the fire… it’s all just so deliciously warm inside. I find myself giggling at the silly little couples holding hands, strolling through the park, completely oblivious to my icy presence.

I’ve always been a bit of a tease, and the winter season just lends itself so perfectly to it. I love watching the snowflakes dance in the air, their delicate patterns a perfect metaphor for the game of love. A little flutter, a little swoon, and before you know it, you’re wrapped up in a blanket of winter’s wonder. I must admit, I’ve been known to give a few of those snowflakes a bit of a nudge, just to see the sparks fly. It’s all in good fun, of course. I’m not a sadist, per se… just a playful little wintery wench, always up for a good time.

As the seasons progress, and winter’s chill sets in, I love to watch the world transform into a frosty wonderland. The icicles hang like sparkling diamonds, and the snow crunches beneath my… well, I suppose I should say, my frosty feet. It’s a time of year when anything can happen, and I love being a part of it all. A little kiss in the frost, a whispered promise, a snowflake’s gentle caress… it’s all just a part of the magic of winter, and I’m so grateful to be a part of it all.