It's the warm soft glow of lamps and a crackling fire, snuggling in a chair with a good book, listening to winter storms outside.
It's slow cooker dinners and hot chocolate (and sometimes, just sometimes, melting a few squares of chocolate in my chocolate melty-pot and spoiling myself for a little while).
It's the smell of Skin-So-Soft bath oil and woodsmoke; pumpkin soup with bacon and a good bottle of red.
It's fog in the mornings and frost overnight.
It's footy on the weekends and walks on the beach with stinging, cold rain and a wind that comes straight off the Southern Ocean.
Sometimes, I can nearly convince myself that I love winter.