The Winter Day

My feeling of home is the winter thyme of winter tickling my nose. The sight would be crystal clear with the loveless colors touching the tree. Taste would be the hottest summery hot coco with stuffed mouthwatering marshmallows. The volume would be a laughing laughter of a snow fight. If it was a smell it would be scrumches freshed baked cookies what just came out of the heaty oven. Home is the passage of life and a beginning of a story By Senhit