Of course, Autumn will always be my favourite. But Winter is lovely too, though in a different way. The cold weather has always made me more productive, and while my heart may belong to Autumn, there is a little spot in there for Winter too.

I love the sound my boots make when they crunch on the snow, the feeling of cold hands inside furry mitts. I love wrapping soft scarves around my neck, and clutching hot cups of tea with pale and cold hands. Winter is pressing fingers sticky with chocolate to the window, waiting for snow to come. It’s feeling the first cold snowflake on your tongue.

Winter is for red lipstick. Stirring hot cocoa with a peppermint stick, sweet and delicious. Seeing your breath in the air, waiting for snow to come. Snowflakes on black eyelashes, and spending the whole day reading piles of books. Writing and dreaming and scheming while the weather is white and snowy outside. It’s holding hands to keep warm, and holding each other up through snow drifts, sharing a magical feeling

I adore snuggling under knit blankets, watching the fire. Roasting marshmellows, and having sticky fingers. Winter is for soft and warm turtlenecks, big bowls of soup, and chocolate cake. Licking peppermint sticks. Snow covering anything, and frost on the flowers and trees. Beautifully white and clean and fresh, with a cold crispness to the air. Laughing as you spin around, holding up your hands to catch the snow.

Making snow angels, and whisking down hills on a sled, yelling your head off. Wearing fluffy pajamas and fluffy bathrobes. Planning exciting things to do while still snug in bed, and wearing funny animal slippers. Taking deep breathes of clean, cold air. Sketching and dancing, being creative. Winter is waiting for Christmas, writing wishlists and making paper chains, cutting paper snowflakes and baking cookies, hanging stockings by the fireplace.

Sharing secrets. I love long bubble baths and knit scarves. Winter is for writing by candlelight, the flame lighting up an otherwise dark room. It’s for writing letters and sealing them with a kiss, running through snow and wind to mail them. Getting ridiculous sounding drinks at Starbucks, and sipping them while you walk home in the setting sun. Sleeping with hot water bottles at your feet, and burrowing deep under the covers.

I love Winter.
-Luinae