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It is cool tonight. It has been raining the whole day. There is something about cold nights that make them particularly wistful. Like the sharp edges of life are smoothed over by the downpour. And things feel fuzzy. Nice fuzzy.

Curl-up-with-a-good-book-and-teddy-bear kind of fuzzy.

Lounge-on-the-sofa-holding-a-cup-of-hot-chocolate kind of fuzzy.

Lie-in-bed-and-dream-stardust-dreams kind of fuzzy.

Submerge-yourself-in-your-favourite-music-and-forget-everything-else kind of fuzzy.

Or just enjoying the breeze that comes with a cool night like this.

I have realized, often, it is these simple little things in life that make the difference.