Days Wrapped in Cold and Comfort
The kind of cold I enjoy.
The weather has been noticeably colder these past days. I started feeling it during the second week of January, when mornings felt different. It feels deeper, quieter, colder than usual. The kids kept saying how cold it was when they woke up, and slowly, I began to feel it too. Even my partner noticed how the air felt different.
At first, I thought it was just our place since we live near the mountains. But then I saw the news about Atok, Benguet. Farmers dealing with frost, crops covered in ice, and temperatures dropping lower than usual. That’s when I realized this cold wasn’t just happening here. It was happening across the country.
According to the news, temperature drops brought by the strong northeast monsoon Amihan, and that the cold might last until February. For a country like ours, this kind of weather feels rare. Almost unfamiliar.
But personally? I’m really enjoying this weather.
For me, this cold weather feels incredibly comforting. I enjoy sunny days (even if I sometimes complain about too much heat), but there’s something so ideal about this cooler weather. It’s perfect for wearing pajamas, jackets, sweaters, and socks, wrapping up in blankets, and sipping hot chocolate or coffee.
This weather suddenly brought me back to parts of my childhood, when I’d stay home spend time drawing, reading my school books, and trying to follow crochet instructions.
I love the dreamy humidity and the way the air smells. It feels cinematic, like living in a slow, peaceful film. Even with the usual neighborhood noises, there’s a sense of calm in the sudden change of surroundings. The muted colors, the chill in the air, the quiet moments, it all just feels comforting.
There’s something quietly lovely about the cold. It makes everything slow down. It gives me an excuse to stay in, to wear soft clothes, to wrap myself in blankets, to drink warm coffee or hot chocolate without feeling guilty about it.
The air feels calmer and quieter.
The cold makes things feel more peaceful, more still.
It’s like the world softens a little.
I like how this weather makes me want to create. To write. To draw. To just sit and exist without rushing. It feels gentle. It feels safe.
January’s cold days have a rare way of making ordinary moments feel extraordinary. It feels like comfort. And I think I’ll let myself enjoy it while it’s here.