[Colour] Winter is a sheet a white blankets,
[Sight] Towering trees are now scary long skeletons,
[Feel] Irritating frostbites between my fingers,
[Smell] The fresh scent of wet and damp grass rushes by with the wind,
[Hearing] The sparks of the fire sound ferocious,
[Taste] Hot choccy runs over my tongue, and down my throat,
[Emotion] All is fresh, cold, and precious in the world.