I can smell snow.
No you cant.

Yes I can. Pause and take a moment breath it in.
It’s not there.

It is in the air, all around, crisp nostrils soak up
The ground, the ice, atmospherically shivers down the
The throat, onto the Vertebrae. Raise the shoulders
Lift the heart, eyes blink, clear, inhale
Exhale, slow and deep. It is coming.

No it isn’t
Yes it is. Nature is showing.
No it isn’t!

cropped-4d-logo-sin-border-jan-2017.pngCreative Writing, Poetry, with Julie Spencer 4D, January 2018

My parents often used to say, ‘Snow is coming, I can smell it.’ We as children would laugh. ‘How do you know that?’ But as time grows old, I do believe I have learned the intuitive sense in believing when it is coming. I may often get it wrong, but I am still open to learning and having fun with the senses.

Thankfully January is nearly over, but we’re still within the winter period, the brighter side of winter.

Featured Image a Weather Watchers Picture taken for the BBC App in Winter-Spring 2017 by J. Spencer.

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