eye of the storm
Dec. 5th, 2009 11:12 amSnow falls in big fluffy flakes.
I have a mug of tea, warm fuzzy slippers, and a bathrobe. Breakfast was poached eggs and cinnamon toast.
The snow's dusting the hedge and the evergreens out the back window.
I slept late after a wonderfully relaxing night out with friends, including one that I've seen only once in the past decade. The cats are snoring, not quite in unison.
Later today I shall brave the fearsome inch or so of snow in my fluffy boots, down coat, and Charlie Brown hat. Still later, the unpleasantness of the week and month and season will catch back up to me.
For now I write email and watch out the window and smile, just a bit.
The memory, like candy
The sweet taste of love dissolving on my tongue
I have a mug of tea, warm fuzzy slippers, and a bathrobe. Breakfast was poached eggs and cinnamon toast.
The snow's dusting the hedge and the evergreens out the back window.
I slept late after a wonderfully relaxing night out with friends, including one that I've seen only once in the past decade. The cats are snoring, not quite in unison.
Later today I shall brave the fearsome inch or so of snow in my fluffy boots, down coat, and Charlie Brown hat. Still later, the unpleasantness of the week and month and season will catch back up to me.
For now I write email and watch out the window and smile, just a bit.
The memory, like candy
The sweet taste of love dissolving on my tongue