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Leaving the heat and heading into the cool, the greatest joy of the season is that the whole house—indeed every corner of the house—has started to feel like our own._
…In the house, the fan‑less spots where we used to sweat, _those places are now staring at us with wide‑eyed disbelief, unable to bear our confidence. Seeing our agility, even the fans have forgotten their summer speed._
Now we wander around the whole house with such gusto, as if it truly were our own home. _Especially the kitchen, which has witnessed our growing informality and affection, is left speechless._ The same kitchen that was the biggest witness to our intense summer misery is now amazed at our pampering.
_Because of the winter‑style arrangement and the fear of detailed cleaning, every corner of the house is trembling, as if we’ll have to wake up from a deep sleep and who knows who will be separated from whom!_
The gentle sunlight entering the house is still shy, remembering our harsh summer attitude when we would turn away and pull the curtains at its sight.
_Looking at the open doors and windows of the AC room, the family sometimes gets annoyed and habitually says:_ “Close the door, the cooling will be wasted!”
_Every piece of clothing in the wardrobe feels precious—wear whatever you want—and the limited number of clothes that felt scarce in summer now seems like a vast royal wardrobe._
_Most of all, the family members themselves, seeing each other’s cheerful, weather‑filled moods, feel like guests in their own home._ 
HAPPY WINTER SEASON 
Leaving the heat and heading into the cool, the greatest joy of the season is that the whole house—indeed every corner of the house—has started to feel like our own._…In the house, the fan‑less spots where we used to sweat, _those places are now staring at us with wide‑eyed disbelief, unable to bear our confidence. Seeing our agility, even the fans have forgotten their summer speed._
Now we wander around the whole house with such gusto, as if it truly were our own home. _Especially the kitchen, which has witnessed our growing informality and affection, is left speechless._ The same kitchen that was the biggest witness to our intense summer misery is now amazed at our pampering.
_Because of the winter‑style arrangement and the fear of detailed cleaning, every corner of the house is trembling, as if we’ll have to wake up from a deep sleep and who knows who will be separated from whom!_The gentle sunlight entering the house is still shy, remembering our harsh summer attitude when we would turn away and pull the curtains at its sight.
_Looking at the open doors and windows of the AC room, the family sometimes gets annoyed and habitually says:_ “Close the door, the cooling will be wasted!” _Every piece of clothing in the wardrobe feels precious—wear whatever you want—and the limited number of clothes that felt scarce in summer now seems like a vast royal wardrobe._ _Most of all, the family members themselves, seeing each other’s cheerful, weather‑filled moods, feel like guests in their own home._ HAPPY WINTER SEASON 
