A Different Kind Of Winter.

Episode 07

The wind carried the scent of brine and seaweed, a stark contrast to the crisp, pine-tinged air of winters past. Gone were the familiar blankets of snow, replaced by a sky the color of polished pewter, heavy with the promise of rain.

The trees, once adorned with sparkling frost, now dripped with a constant drizzle, their bare branches glistening like wet ink against the pale sky. The ground, instead of crunching underfoot, squished with a dampness that seeped into my boots.

Children, bundled in bright yellow raincoats instead of puffy snowsuits, splashed in puddles, their laughter echoing through the streets. The usual winter games of snowball fights and sledding were replaced with building dams in overflowing gutters and racing paper boats in the swollen streams.

The evenings, though still short, lacked the cozy stillness of a snowy winter. The rhythmic patter of rain against the windows replaced the crackling fire, and the comforting weight of a thick comforter was swapped for the snug embrace of a waterproof parka.

This winter was different, a damp, salty version that carried its own unique charm. It was a winter of change, a reminder that even the most familiar seasons could surprise us with their endless variations.