I prepare to dare out into the cold with my puffy jacket zipped all the way up and my gloves on. I sit down on my front porch with the black sky above me. It reminds me of a lake at night, when the water looks scary and dark. Sparkles in the snow are the first things to catch my eye. The lawn, unmarked white perfection, except for a long path of footprints down the driveway. Why does everything look so much prettier when it’s covered in snow? It almost looks too perfect. My hot breath looks like steam rising from a cup of hot coffee. The steam swirling in the cool air. My nose fills with the smell of a fire. I know it’s my neighbors. I can hear Thomas yell in his Irish accent to his "mummy." The fresh smell of cold winter air makes me remember why I love this season so much.