Little Winter Things That Make Me Happy 🥰

Tiny Hands, Warm Mittens, Soft December

There is something about December that makes everything feel closer. Streetlamps turn the pavements gold, breath hangs in the air, and my tiny hands disappear into warm mittens that make me feel small and a little bit precious. I still love my summer dresses, but this season has a different kind of sweetness. It slows me down. It makes me notice.

I like the sound of shoes on wet stone and the way the cold sharpens the senses. Coffee tastes richer. Scarves feel like a soft promise. I catch my reflection in a shop window and there is a version of me that only appears now. Cheeks a little pink. Hair tucked into a coat. A quiet mood that hums under the noise of the city.

This time of year makes me even more particular about the little things. I like choosing the right knit, the right tights, the coat that sits just so on my shoulders. I like the ritual of fastening each button before stepping outside, as if I am sealing in warmth and a secret. It is calm. It is composed. It is the opposite of hurry.

People are gentler in December. Doors are held more often. Smiles last a second longer. I feel it when someone pauses for me to pass or offers a place in the queue. Little graces. It makes me softer in return. I notice hands in leather gloves. I notice voices that stay low and warm. I notice how steady confidence reads even through a winter coat.

When I get home, I keep the lights low and let the room glow the same way the street did. I make a cup of something hot and wrap both hands around it, mittens off now, palms warmed slowly. Music on, just a bit. I think about the day and the tiny moments that made it feel good. The laugh that lingered. The coat I almost bought. The shiver at my neck when I stepped back into the cold.

December asks for slower stories. It asks for softness that does not need to announce itself. A hand in a pocket. A look that holds. Warmth shared without fuss. I like that. I like the way the season invites me to be a little more careful with myself and a little more generous with my attention.

If you are reading this with a hot drink nearby, imagine my mittens on the radiator and my toes tucked under a blanket. Imagine a quiet evening where the air outside is cold and the room is kind, and there is a little secret smile that does not need explaining.

Until next time,

Kitty 🥰