Warmth

November has come and the air grows cold...

This new air is so crisp with memory and nostalgia for me. Warm smells of mulled cider, rich steaming bowls of soup and crusty bread. The feel of a warm sweater on your bare skin and a blanket wrapped tight around the chill of morning. The radiating warmth of a wood stove and the mesmerizing glow of burning coals whispering a charm against winter.