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 used to hand me one when I’d start to fall asleep in the passenger seat and say, “Here, this will wake you up.” And honestly, it always did. Even now, it still feels like that little jolt that pulls me out of whatever mood I’m in.
By the time it was gone, the coolness was still there, clinging to my mouth. Almost daring me to grab another one. It’s funny how something so small can completely flip your mood and your senses like that.
That’s such a great description! I could really feel that rush of cold you talked about how it was like I was right there experiencing it too. I love how you connected the taste and sensation to a memory with your dad it made the piece feel warm and personal, even though you were describing something so sharp and chilly. The line about it, “daring you to grab another one,” was the perfect ending. It really captured how addictive that feeling can be.
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