Nights Like These

Nights like these are meant for hot showers after dinnertime, and before evening classes.

Nights like these are meant for sweatpants and uggs while listening to a great lecture about 1 Thessalonians.

Nights like these are meant for freezing walks to Mariner's Market, only to find they're closed after 9, and then returning to the on-campus coffee shop for ice cream.

Nights like these are meant for having great conversations about literature and pugs in the rec room with new friends of the opposite sex.

Nights like these are meant for snowmen pajama pants, matched with your treasured flannel shirt that reminds you of your favorite person on the planet.

Nights like these are meant for eating cinnamon apple granola sprinkled with blueberries and served with almond milk in a square, orange, plastic bowl.

Nights like these are meant for eating said granola crossed-legged in the hallway of your dorm and laughing with passing dorm sisters about the less-than-impressive dinner none of you actually ate.

Nights like these are meant for listening to The Avett Brothers on repeat.

Nights like these are meant for green facial masks, going to bed early, and snuggling up with a battered copy of Mere Christianity before nodding off to dreamland.

Sweet dreams, lovers.

Xx,
Hannah