Seasonal Comfort Anonymous

Here you find a wild Kirby in her natural habitat.

~ My hair still damp and smelling of chlorine, a product of summer’s first swim, I settle into the armchair’s cool leather embrace. Sipping iced coffee and gazing out the window I mentally prepare myself for my first year of college. The sunlight streaming through the window fosters a sense of security.

~ Crackling leaves stuck in the soles of my shoes, I smile as the various scents of autumn take me back to my grade-school years of carving pumpkins, baking apple pie with my mother, watching the stars in the back of a pickup truck, and Thanksgiving family dinner. Crisp autumn air rolls in as customers meander in and out. The captivating golden-amber haze of a fall sunset peeks through the window.

~ With winter wind nipping at my face, I tug my cozy scarf closer. Trudging up the walkway and crunching snow under my boots to a door adorned with a homely wreath. I step inside, and the familiar aroma of pumpkin spice, peppermint and mocha instills contentment in my soul and carries memories of my family’s annual holiday dinners with all my relatives talking by the fire, my uncle ecstatically exclaiming at the multiple Star Trek DVD’s that everyone gave him for Christmas, throwing...