"I smell snow"

It was the fourth when the first white blanket covered the ground, instantly I felt a love/hate connection with the sight. 
The cold weather had never been my friend, but this time the emptiness inside me braved a welcome towards the season. 
Most days I am tired, just trying to get through, patiently waiting for a warmer sunrise to appear again. 
Not all days have been torture, I endured as well as enjoyed. 
There is a glimpse of hope ahead, though part of me is still weary because nothing ever happens the way we expect, so my better judgement has my guard up. 
Coffee- it has a sweeter taste and I find myself spending more time savouring than rushing through. Maybe its peppermint on my tongue, but December has never left a taste this good. 
The snow continues to fall in a slow rhythm. 
I feel myself smiling- just slightly, a reminded that every day I'm living the impossible. 

Happy New Year!