Ja(y)den D. Harper -Author Collective

I love it.

The chill quiets the world.
It gives you permission to slow down, stay in, be still.
There’s no expectation to be bright or bubbly or outdoorsy. Just warm — in your own way.

I love the layers. The ritual of bundling up.
Scarves that feel like armor. Hoodies that double as hiding places.
The way cold air wakes your skin, sharp and honest.

I think best when it’s cold.
The world feels more real — stripped down, simplified.
Every warm cup, every blanket, every shared silence feels earned.

Summer makes me restless.
Cold gives me a reason to breathe slow.

So yeah — give me frostbite over sweat any day.