See it? Can you? I am smiling. Not the fake 'I'm fine. How are you? smile' but the 'I'm not sure if I am fine but I know I will be soon. How about you?' smile. See it now? The smile, the one you have when the pleasant aroma of a perfectly brewed coffee tickles your senses or the first shower of the season kisses your cheek or the blanket wraps you just right, perfectly warm and cozy.
It's 10.05 , I'm standing at the terrace of my house dissolving in the fog wrapping my neighbourhood on the first real wintery night of December. It never occurred to me how satisfyingly numb the cold air can be until I stood there for twenty three minutes frozen at my place and smiling through my eyes that were ever so placid to be lost in the warmth of fog.
As the breeze caressed every inch of my 'barely any' exposed skin after three layers of clothing, and the cold left some blush remarks on the tip of my nose and cheeks, I realised that the essence of winter is not in the warmth of a hot chocolate with marshmallows at a fancy restaurant while beholding the snow through a glass window, but right here, out of my blanket at 10°c in the middle of a moonless night being numbed by the air that effortlessly waves through my mind and takes away all the thoughts whatsoever leaving me with nothing but this, this moment, the eternal bliss of being unleashed from everything chaining my mind and just dissolving into the serene white blanket of air.
*long deep breath*
How does it feel? To have chills running through your body and frost cold hands and feet frozen at a place?, you ask.
It feels lovely. The hands, though frigid never once demand warmth, the chills remind of the feeling of being alive in the numbness of the cold, it is beautiful to wrap myself into myself and genuinely smile at the thought of 'living' a moment of silence and tranquility.