All Kinds of Cosy
My Christmas stars are hanging in the windows, candelabras glowing on the windowsills, and candles burning, well, everywhere. Winter is lit.
But isn't there something cosy about being bundled up against a cruel winter wind, but having the kindest small group to gather up with back inside the warm car on a night of a quiet aurora display at the edge of a lake finally taking on ice? I think so. I think it's all perfect.