The Christmas Spell

Witizens,

It is the end of a glorious week; glorious due to the awesome weather down here in South Florida. If you've never been to the sunshine state, do yourself a favor and come during the winter. To come during the summer is to embrace the sun itself. It's fucking hot down here in the summer, but winters are brisk and, you guessed it, sunny. With the weather changing, I can feel a change in my mood also. I've been more cheerful and "how do you do?" to everyone, even strangers. I've also found that I've been in the mood for snuggling, cuddling, and canoodling, which is groundbreaking for an attachment phobe such as myself. I wonder if there is a name for the condition of being more touchy-feely in the winter. Climate Intimacy... Climacy? Anyhow, if there is a name, then I am that. In the summers, I'm not at all interested in being touched; everything feels sweaty and stickier. But winter... aaaah, winter is the most wonderful time of the year.

Side note:
Fashion also plays a huge part of the magic in the air. I love dark clothes, and autumn/winter is the best time to don my dark goodies. Ooh, and all the accessories, i.e. hats, scarves, sweaters, boots... I love them all. I know I sound a lot like Jackie Berkhart from "That 70s Show", but it's true. Winter fashion kicks ass! (Clears throat) I'll proceed...

Every year, around the same time (right before Halloween), I experience these feelings. It has to be the magic of winter, the holidays, and the chill in the air. Maybe it's all that bundling up that makes cuddling seem awesome. Le sigh... It appears that I'm a weather whore. The thing is, I notice it in others too. Men are holding the door for me more than usual. Hell, women are also holding the door. My family is hugging more. The children are cheerful. My cat is more of a snuggle bum... All is right with the world. God Bless Us, Everyone.

Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo