December
Windows: Essay
I
love being home on a cold winter day. I love wearing comfy clothes that keep me
warm and cozy. I do love the slow mornings and do things I absolutely love – sipping
coffee and scrolling the Facebook page. Do I love silence? Yes and no. I have
my TV on for human sound and reinsurance for peace and solitude. I treasure the
warm and calm feeling of being safe and the content of my own comfy space. I
guess, I just love to be here. I love all and everything that is imperfectly simple.
December
windows with a little bit fug. The frosted windows tell me that it is cold
outside, but it is warm inside. December windows are special like modern mystery
era. Ahem…Do not mess with old people. I do not need a hero. All I need is a
safe space to rest my head. I am grateful to all the people that love me and
are kind to me.
When
life is simple and slow. December windows have the pattern left by the cold
night and that is ready to be changed as the sundown brings daylight and warmth.
The year is close to the end, and the new beginning is on the way. I do not
make goals but cannot stop human dreams. May dreams are generous with my thoughts
and ideas.
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