Being
warm when it is cold outside and being
warm when the weather is nice are two entirely different things.
I love
Autumn.
I love to feel the cold setting in. The sky turns
grey, and we humans
huddle under our blankets, in
stocking feet, clinging to one another for warmth and
comfort.
There are so many things that we do when the weather turns
cold,
things of warmth that make us feel like children again. Drinking
hot chocolate, and asking for more
marshmallows, watching a
fire in the fireplace.
Coming in from the cold, and feeling your fingers
burn in the heat of the house.
It is odd, really. Autumn and
Winter are seasons with which I associate many strong
sensations. But they are all sensations of warmth.
Warm jackets, hands shoved
deep into the pockets. Home cooked food and
family. The smell of
zippo lighter fluid.
Christmas trees. The
heat in my car, how patchy it is, and how it contrasts with the
cold seeping in through the leaking doorseals. Wherever I go when it is cold, I always feel like I am driving
home.