scent of lime
It’s not very usual we get a white Christmas here, so this year we made the most of it, though sometimes making the most of it means staying inside drinking tea and cocoa, wishing we had a fire, walking to visit friends after we exchanged our presents and had our breakfast and throwing snowballs at each other on the way. Walking in the snow is slower than usual, and I think it’s mostly because we stop every few minutes to exchange another volley.
Sometimes when it’s cold out and you’re drinking hot beverages you feel like you just need something else, something cool and summery to drink. I was thinking this and playing The Long Winters and just when the song Scent of Lime came on there was a scent of lime on the air, and I thought Lucy was probably making tea with lime, until she came in with a tall cold glass of whitish juice and ice, without me having to ask. Her hands smelled like citrus. “This is a summer drink,” I said with a smile, and she said “I know, so it will warm us up.”
And it was a happy Christmas, drinking fresh-squeezed limeade and watching the snowbound city from our window.