If I could transform the holiday season (steamy mugs of hot cocoa; arms cocooned by wooly sweaters; twinkling white lights against a dark winter sky) into music, it would sound something like this.
So. I started making a Halloween playlist. Then I just kept going, and made four more.
Twirling around the small space, you reach for a spice in the upper cabinet. You mentally cross your fingers that you’ll find it back there, somewhere.
As much as I’m looking forward to fall, it’s still officially summer. So you can still officially grab that cold beer and listen to this playlist, for at least another week or so.
If you want to have breakfast in Paris, you don’t need to buy a plane ticket.