The wet snow dripped from the cuffs of a bright parka hanging beside the door. The shallow pools of water that collected beneath were slowly growing, a small sacrifice to guarantee the drying of generously padded clothing. Boots too, similarly decorated in clumps of snow, were slowly thawing in the protection of the indoors. As the water slowly made its way to the floor the crackling of a humnble fire wafted in caressing the air with a grateful warmth as a kettle began to rumble toward expecting cups.

As I got to the end, I really enjoyed getting sucked into these descriptions, the “grateful warmth” and “kettle began to rumble toward”. They felt so incredibly playful and true to this feeling of a cosy home that it was easy to write. 

It may be surprising that the word was “chestnut” but the first thing I thought was “chestnuts roasting on an open fire” - the classic Christmas tune - and recalled skiing and getting home after a day out on the slopes. 

What moments in your writing make you feel giddy and happy?