Novel & Cerita Cozy Winter Nights

The particular quality of a building settling after a full evening, the warmth retained in the stones and the timber and the air of a space that had been heated by the presence of ninety-one people and was cooling slowly now toward the ordinary night temperature. We stopped at the window at the end of the upper corridor. The outside world was deep winter dark and deeply silent, the snow that had fallen the previous week still on the ground, reflecting the small amount of available light upward in a way that made the dark slightly less dark than it would otherwise have been. “The longest night,” Kael said. “Yes.” “Turning toward the longer days.” “Yes.” We stood at the window. The web was qui

He left me with that, disappearing back toward the council hall. By nightfall, the pack house settled into an uneasy quiet. Fires burned low in the hearths. Outside, snow finally began to fall, soft flakes drifting like feathers across the dark sky. I found Zoey in our room, curled beneath a thick blanket with a book in her lap. She looked up when I entered, her eyes warm but searching. “You’re late,” she said gently. “Council ran long,” I replied, shrugging off my coat. I crossed to the bed and sat beside her, the weight of the day sinking into my bones.

She had her coat and her gloves and her specific route and the knowledge that at the end of it there was a lodge with its lights on and coffee already made and a man who had been up since five-thirty. December passed the way December passed in a community — with its specific collective warmth, the midwinter gathering that Rhett had described as traditional and that she had now experienced from the inside as something that had roots so old they were invisible in the ordinary life but became suddenly visible in the specific quality of how the pack occupied the main hall on that night.

"He just likes to tease." "Well, you both be careful driving home." Jocelyn opened the door for them and cold air rushed in, chilling Jocelyn to the bone. She almost went back for her coat, but knew she would only be out for a moment. Jocelyn never tired of the landscape. A blanket of crisp, white snow glistened in the sunlight. In the center of town was the square, where the gazebo set, decorated with colorful Christmas lights, along with the rest of the town. It was only three weeks until Christmas, the busiest time of year for Christmas Cove. At night, it would become a Christmas wonderland, complete with Santa Claus in the gazebo, listening to the wishes of children.

Finally after a minute of coaxing- she lazily sat on the bed as he supported her and fed her the medicine followed by water. But before she could lay back down- he held her in place and slided his hoodie through her arms and made her wear it before making her lay back again. "Goodnight." He said laying besides her and taking her into his arms making sure she stays warm all night.

A soft voice, just barely audible, floated between my conscious and unconscious state. ‘Winter. Winter, don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you. Stay strong, Winter. Stay strong…’

-CHRIS- It's snowing in Salzburg. Through the frosty window, people in heavy wool coats could be seen walking beneath the soft snowfall falling incessantly, covering the ground with a white blanket. Although it was a chilly winter night, the inviting Austrian restaurant exuded warmth. The atmosphere was cozy, blending old wooden beams with contemporary furniture pieces.

The howling wind that night seems a refreshing sound for an exhausted, weary mind after a whole day of planning and discussing steps and strategies to find solutions to unfinished tasks of the gold old days before winter arrives. "We can foresee the number of tasks but are unable to start because winter comes ahead before we act honey," Rhoda says after supper that night. Rudolf began to think it over many times quietly while Rhoda breastfeed her infant beside him on their bed. Robert can't move because he's adjusting to the cold winter and he has to try all at once how to overcome the shivered sensation.

And even if he had managed to get Raen back into the normal course, the invisible stain of the special still stubbornly stuck to him. Autumn, when all the people of the clan had been busily gathering the harvest and making supplies for the winter, gave way to the silent winter. The warehouses were well filled, the cattle were in the stables, the work in the fields was stopped and the people sat in their warm houses and waited for spring. Raen liked the winter because now children and adults had fewer tasks to do and more time for other things. The school was also closed for the three coldest and darkest months of the year. During this time, the focus was on family and friends. It was time to

Wyatt says, sounding uncomfortable at the prospect of talking to me. A small awkward silence for a moment and then he speaks. “I'm calling for a couple of reasons. About the kids, I mean. Um, I was wondering if you minded if I stopped by to see them for a minute tonight. I know it's Christmas eve and it's late in the afternoon, but I feel wrong not-” “Please come by. They have been asking about you all day. We're watching Christmas movies, eating cookies and hot chocolate. They would be thrilled if you would join us.” I interrupt him to say.