Monday, May 18, 2009


Monday, May 18, 2009
It is cold here
My breath mists gently
Adding white to balance the grey

People are hurried, bundled
Snuggled in wool and fleece
Scarves pulled tight around necks

In my house it is louder
Heat running, water boiling
More blankets, more tea

The cold slows it all down
Makes the nights seem longer
Makes me want to stay in bed

But the tea is nice
The blankets are nice
Being bundled is nice

Winter has a few perks


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