I love coziness. I love coziness in the house. I love these cozy little things: small cushions on the couch, family photos, soft plaid on the bed, tea, evening on the terrace and the smell of baking from the oven.
I like quiet walks, whether it be a forest, a park or an evening city. Especially the city on the night before Christmas. When all have dispersed, and you are alone among the colored lights and the falling snow.
I love cozy cafes, such as you want to come to, order a delicious cake and just chat. Comfortably sitting in a chair and not even notice how time flies. Happy people do not follow the times. I love this atmosphere in the cafe, especially before the holidays.
I like cozy books that I want to reread, like the first time, or the ones you read the first time, but you can not tear yourself away. That book, with the rustle of pages and paper odor.
I like cozy people. I love it when I can talk to a person about anything. And most importantly, at any time. When it does not matter whoever is the first to write or call, the main thing is communication itself. Cozy people - those who are always around, they become a part of you. They are the first to know your news, they are worried about you, just like you are for them. It's these people that are cozy for me. And in such moments, nobody else is important.
