Tastes

You open the door of your mountain cabin and the cold air chills your lungs. You pull on a heavy coat of leather and flannel that smells of firewood. As you trek through the snow looking for that perfect holiday pine tree, you hear the sound of deer crunching through the snow in the distance. You find that perfect tree and with each swing of the axe, the smell of winter and pine resin fills your nostrils. Tree in tow, you make your way back to your warm roaring fire as large snowflakes begin to fall. You inhale deeply, taking in the cold crisp silence that comes with winter in the woods. It tastes like that.