The way the setting sun lights the birch and aspen a flickering gold against the darkening sky
Warm sweaters and thick socks
Hoping and dreaming of the future
The scent of snow on the wind
Friends stopping by to visit
Sloppy baby kisses
Boards going up on all the seasonal businesses in town; quieter streets and bittersweet goodbyes
The closeness of community, and knowing I've found home
Cooking comfort food
Devouring book after book after book...
What are you lovin' these days?