It's Cold Outside.

Changing seasons. When there's frost on the car in the morning, and snow on the hills, and a chill in the wind you can't forget, it smells like winter. And it's not official yet, but when you're wearing two pairs of socks just to reassure yourself that your toes won't freeze all day, it's winter. Because the only fix for cold hands is to have someone hold them, sometimes. And procrastination doesn't sound so bad when you're curled under a blanket. You know.

And when the mystery of what the rest of the month holds is eating away at you, but you can't wait. Excited and scared. Yes, sure, yeah, of course, mhm, absolutely. Which do you pick, when you wish you could say them all? When everything you have been thinking about is going okay. When your mix tapes get listened to, and the weekend looks like it should go according to plan. When your heart feels warm, and your shy smile gets returned, and all the pieces seem to be coming together. And nothing is too bad.

It's what comes after, that's the scary part. What are we going to be left with when all the snow melts away? This may all be a December illusion, but I can't say I mind.