Aura of Winter

Winter reaches out an icy finger and taps on the window, a spiral of frost forming where he touched the pane of glass.
Frigid air kisses bright green leaves into a poetic kind of brown, crunchy death.
Flakes of change dance upon the swirling, glacial, wind.
Hot cocoa, peppermints, pie and scarves and coats and hats fill the dinning room table.
Families gather round, give thanks, bow their heads in prayer.
A sense of community and cheer blends with the frosty air, creating a kind of joyous intoxication brought on by the simple act of breathing.
Things are glazed in sugar and sweetness and optimism and renewal.
The aura of winter is brilliant.
Awe-inspiring.
Breathtaking.
Beautiful.