we just had our first snow of the season. it was nice and kind of surprising because thanks to global warming i sometimes do not see any snow until january. i decided today would be a good day to go out for a walk in the snow/ice/slush and run some errands while listening to being funny in a foreign language by the 1975 in my earbuds. there's a lot of music that i believe sounds better when it's cold outside, and the 1975 fit that description perfectly. i saw them live on a winter day where it actually did snow, so that only helps the association.
i went to buy myself a bottle of bailey's, which i always do around christmas. the walk took a bit longer than it normally would have because i had to be careful not to slip, strategically stepping around the ice patches and dirty slush on the pavement. i then went to the dollar store to buy some chocolate and a christmas card to mail to my friend. as a approached the entrance, a girl held the door open for me and compliemented the arctic monkeys beanie i was wearing. that made me happy.
winter technically doesn't even start for a few more days, but i'm already dreading the end of it. my favorite season is actually fall, but at least when fall is over, i still have winter to enjoy. but when winter ends, i basically mourn it. as soon as we hit the winter solstice, everyone just starts counting down to spring. "the days only get longer from here! we're almost there!" the way people with seasonal depression feel in the cold months is how i feel about the warm months. the way people feel about the sun setting early is how i feel about it still being light out past 7pm. i love when it gets dark at 4:30 pm. i love the cold air. i love seeing everything looking grey, white, and icy. i love the look of trees with no leaves. i love not having to worry (as much) about bugs. i love being able to sleep under the weight of 5 blankets. i love wearing fuzzy socks. i love drinking warm tea in the morning. it all feels cozy to me. i'm trying to enjoy it as much as i can.