Smells cold

[illusionofjoy]

Right now the scent of the outside air is coming into my window. I cracked it a bit, as the heater was being overactive, but at this point I think shutting it would be prudent. Still, I am kind of enjoying the smell of the air outside. It actually smells cold. In northern New York, you can actually smell the cold when the fall is giving way to winter and when there is a certain crispness to the air that comes on the cold, dry days of the solstice where the Earth is tilted away from the sun in my hemisphere.

The smell is of maple leaves and wood stoves. The smell is of warm coats and thick boots. It's hard not to feel romantic about winter when you can smell it in the air. I prefer the cold nights of winter to the searing heat of summer. I can pile blankets on my bed in winter, snuggle inside and pretend that nothing can ever get to me. Hot chocolate suddenly becomes and appropriate beverage. The world just looks more beautiful covered in a cloak of white snow, and grey skies...such a monochromatic season, yet with so much more depth than summer.

Summer is fun and carefree. Summer is heat and the stench of bodies covered in perspiration. Winter is brooding and reflective. Winter tugs at the heart and makes one think of lost love and foolish decisions. I do so love Winter for being so depressing; Summer mocks me, but I think that Winter understands, in a way. I think Winter likes to listen and walk through everything as it cries in the frozen now.

I wrote a new song tonight; very sad. I think I'm opening more arteries than I care to with some of these, but if I don't let it out, it breaks down the door. As I said...a very sad song, one I can't seem to make sound right on my keyboard. I think I need someone to play an acoustic guitar to make it sound the way I want it to. An acoustic guitar, a drumkit with brushes and a soft bass...