As winter presses in, so does the urge to stay home. The Christmas rush is on, while my gifts lay sprinkled around the house already wrapped, hidden under blankets so that the cat doesn’t tear at the paper.
Turning on the outdoor light, snow lightly falls against the dark morning like speckles of stardust. The fire warms me along with sips of rich, dark coffee.
Contentment. After the terror subsided from the surgery, contentment took its place, frosted with gratitude. These periods don’t last, but while here are savored and enjoyed fully.
Let it snow…