I wrote this a few months ago, and wanted it to post it before the sensation was completely forgotten, as it has to do with wearing a mask. This one was based on my server prompt of using a season but not stating it.
She stepped out of the laundromat, took off her mask and took a deep breath in. The chilled air filled her lungs, but she relished the crispness of it. After months of indoors breathing stale, recycled air, it was like heaven. Even bogged down by heavy boots, she felt light as the sun beat down warm on her bare arms. It was too cold to stay out like this for long, but for now standing there without all the layers on, it felt like freedom. A reminder that it wouldn’t be cold forever, and that this too would pass.
Anne McSommers' Writing Nook 