i love the crisp coldness of the winter air. i love the dim yellow light. i love the way the carpet sinks down as i walk in it, i love the echo of the sound the fan of my laptop makes in the hollowness of my room. i love driving my mom's car through the wide streets that is home. i love the company of old friends, restaurants that defined memories, remnants of faded feelings, nostalgia, the holiday air and the the christmas decorations that adorn the malls and street lights.