I miss winter so much, I just miss the layers and the cold fresh air that I wake up to every morning. The brisk pace with white winter clouds over the horizon. The feeling of comfort under a big parka coat.
Hot chocolates by the heater, stews slow cooked and tender. I miss the nostalgia of children throwing snowballs at each other, how we all used to do that the first time it snowed in the year. Big wooly socks, doc martens all winter long with the occasional Chelsea boot when I wanted the risk of slipping to my bums demise.
Winter is the time of the year for comfort.
I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day.(via blurrymelancholy)