Feels like a hug

It’s a hug from your cool friends who live out of state, somewhere with mountains or something. They’re back in town for that unknowable period between Christmas and New Years in which time both expands and contracts. As you wrap your arms around them, your hands brush against the silky billows of their puffy jacket. Their face is emanating cold against your cheek and they smell chilly in the best way. You hug them and you know that you’ll get what you need in this interaction, you could always do with more but this will be enough. You can hear your other friends around you, you’re safe and happy and you’re going to have funny conversations that don’t matter but still mean the world to you.