Entry #3. A Breath of Winter
When I opened the little package, the sound was louder than I expected—kind of like a crinkle that made everyone around me know I was about to eat one. It felt small and smooth in my hand, almost like a tiny skipping stone. I popped it in my mouth without thinking too much, but the second it hit my tongue, I knew. It was strong. Like really strong. My whole mouth lit up in seconds, and I couldn’t help but take a deep breath just to feel the cold rush down my throat. It was sharp at first, almost shocking, but then it turned into this fresh feeling that made me sit up straighter, like I suddenly had more air in my lungs. The little circle spun around my teeth and started to break apart, and with every crunch, the flavor hit again—like opening the freezer and sticking your head inside. For a split second, I wasn’t even sitting at my desk anymore. I was outside in winter air, hearing the wind whip past my ears. It also brought back this random memory of car rides with my dad. He ...
