Layering so many clothes that it hurts to bend your arms; warm sunny cheeks and cold lips; crispy crunchy lovely leaves, tangled hair with curly whirly ends, the smell of perfume on a woolly scarf;  the air smells clean; wanting everything to have cinnamon in; needing to listen to slow music to think; blinking in the bright bright sunlight; icy fingertips on cold handlebars; leg swinging in time to music and takeaway coffee and red mittens.  
All of the little things.