Winter Retreat
††††††††††† The warm crackling heat from the furnace wraps its arms around me like an old fur coat.
††††††††††† I snuggle between the kitchen table on a chair and prepare to eat breakfast.
††††††††††† The aroma of cinnamon and apples, along with the toasty smell of coffee, works its way up into my nostrils.
††††††††††† I turn the corners of my mouth up into a grin, pull my sweatshirt closer to my body and prepare my cereal with butter; sugar and heavy cream, then embrace the enticing morning feast with a gulp of coffee, while reaping the fine rewards that a cold morning can offer.
Nice use of the senses.
Makes me shiver; thanks. I needed a blast of the cold--quite hot these days in my writing rooms.