Box 15 writing assignment

Walking in the house from the cold winter air, I feel a sudden warmth roll onto my skin, washing away the bitter coldness.  The faint sound of people talking and sharing laughs in the background fill my ears and let my brain know that it's a calm and happy environment.  I slip off my shoes and hang up my coat in a nearby closet.  I begin to walk closer to the room that holds the laughter and the light.  A pungent smell of comforting food wrap around my nostrils and hug my sinuses setting off the juices in my mouth and the hunger in my stomach.  I approach the room and see all my relatives sitting around the dinner table indulging in ham, turkey, potatoes and corn.  Before I begin to get my plate full of food, I feel a couple warm arms wrap around my chest and lips pressing on my cheek.  A raspy voice asks how I am doing.  The place where all these sensory details happen is my grandma's house on Thanksgiving day.