There’s a thing about winter that makes it special. A kind of loneliness in the air that makes you feel not so alone. The cold breeze through the window in the morning and the howling wind looking for someone to share the thrill up their spine.
It’s a different kind of happiness. It’s a feeling of calmness and warmth with a cup of hot chocolate & marshmallows, even though the lovely number 7 sets the temperature.
It’s an adventure in the house. A cozy feeling between blankets and fuzzy socks. That same feeling you get when you sit in front of the fireplace, and your face devours the warmth like it’s been deprived of it for centuries. And the goosebumps on your arms agree.


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