I love the shuffle-shuffle-tap getting the snow off my shoes before going inside. I love soup, and scarves, and my rainbow gloves. I love hot irish creme. I love a warm comforter, and a warm body to share it with. I love waking up in the morning and seeing that the city I went to sleep in has moved out from under me while I slept, and this new city hasn't figured out how to go about its business yet and is quietly waiting to get started.