I love the rituals winter demands: the first sip of hot chocolate after coming in from the cold, the crackle of a fireplace, the feeling of wool socks and heavy coats zipped up to the chin. There’s a quiet intimacy to these small comforts that summer’s endless barbecues and beach days can never match.
While most people long for the warm embrace of summer or the pastel blossoms of spring, I wait all year for winter. Not in spite of its sharp chill, but because of it. my favorite season is winter
Here’s a short, reflective piece you can use or adapt as you like: I love the rituals winter demands: the first
There’s an honesty to winter. Trees stand bare, unadorned, showing their true bones. The sky, when clear, is a deeper, sharper blue than any other time of year. And when the gray clouds settle in, they bring a permission to stay inside, wrap yourself in a blanket, and simply be . Not in spite of its sharp chill, but because of it