I am the kind of person who describes Autumn as the beginning of the best time of year. Not because of pumpkin spice (however undeniably good that is), not because of the changing leaves (also beautiful), but actually because it is what I like to call... hoodie weather. As the temperatures begin to chill, and the need for flannel or a hoodie becomes more apparent, that is when I begin to feel okay. This is the time of year where snuggling begins to become acceptable again. (and for those of you who say it is acceptable year round, try snuggling when it is 120 degrees Fahrenheit... it is awful and just makes everyone involved cranky)
Then we get into the snow, and cold. Fires in the fireplace, reading books and drinking our hot cocoa. The lights, the nostalgia, the warm fuzzy feelings. Winter is fantastic. It is the only time where I can feel absolutely alone and miserable, but yet filled with wonder and amazement. Don't even get me started on how awesome snow is.
Maybe it is just the feelings of wanting to be close with family and friends, but there is something about winter that just feels right.