My Winter writing

I can hear the birds singing beautifully on the trees. I can see the skies reflection in the little puddle on the path. I can feel the fresh air blowing in my face. I can also feel the grass touching my legs as I walk past.

I can see the far away mountain with snow on it. I can taste the fresh smell of the air blowing in my face. I can smell  my perfume on my t-shirt.

I can also smell my lunch in my bag I bought for the walk. I can hear the wind blowing everywhere that I got so cold. I can smell the flowers that were well hidden in the grass and also I can smell the hot cocoa that I made to make me warm.