It’s getting there. Can you feel it? Sure, it’s colder(1), and maybe the air is a little dry. But it’s crisp as a bite of frozen candy cane and fresh as the polish on a certain fat man’s boots. Through that hollow winter’s air i can hear bells when it snows, each flake’s landing is the chime of an angel’s doorbell.
People are edgy, but also soft in the way that clouds blanket the sky – not as though a raucous storm is about to crash, but as though something beautiful and dangerous is moments away from brightening our lives.
I can hardly take it.
The brilliantine twinkles I see on eaves, the gumdrop sidewalks and peppermint breeze…it’s so much sometimes that I tell people the wind is sharp to explain the tears.
It’s almost here.
I can hardly wait.
- Assuming, of course, that you live in the northern hemisphere. And, generally speaking, north of the Tropic of Cancer. In fact, if you less than 23° 26′ 22″ north of the equator you can disregard the specifics of the first paragraph.