Winter enters on soft toes.

Winter enters the corners of the kitchen and shines.
In soft tones it brightens the jars, reminds the stove, it must warm and exude the light of its flamme, blossom into the steams of aroma
the tastes of spices, the herbal greens, the tea leaves flying and jumping into the bubbles of water and carry the acrid smell of burning leaves.
The winter warms; it enlivens; does not freezer when you know how to welcome winter
like a trusted friend catching a night train
and coming to meet you in the hour of dawn.

Sushama Karnik.