Outside it rains, without raining.
The air is visible. Tangible. A fine mist hangs suspended; covering all who would venture into her midst.
Steam rises in front of me and I stay.
Soon the fire will crackle in the iron stove; warming a home already warm with full hearts.
The bell chimes and I want nothing more than to
To hide; retreat; hibernate until the day dawns bright.
I want to cocoon us all in this place. Here and now.
To bathe in the light of a fire and swaddle ourselves in the warmth of tea and cocoa and popcorn and blankets.
The chime rings again.
Whistfully my coat embraces my frame; I grab the car keys.
But oh, how I long to
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