After the whistle of the kettle dwindled to a whisper, she poured herself a cup of hot chocolate. With the warm mug in her hands, she made her way over to the window. Looking down on the city below her, she couldn't help but smile. She wasn't used to seeing the ground embraced in a white blanket of snow. Despite the weather, she opened the window. As she took a seat in the alcove of her apartment, she admired the glistening streetlights. She then pulled a blanket up to cover her legs and closed her eyes to listen to the music drifting into her little home. She hummed along to her favorite seasonal song, breathing in the cold crisp air. Catching a whiff of gingerbread, she made her way back into the kitchen to make sure her cookies hadn't run away.
(What better way to work on a writing exercise that focuses on engaging the senses, than to dream up my perfect winter evening. I hope y'all are having a wonderful holiday season.)
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