Winter. Winter. WINTER. Pref around December near when its the shortest day. I’ll be walking, at night, in the cold. So cold I can see my breath. It’s snowing but nothing heavy. I don’t have a hat on and my coat is kind of thin for the time of year. I’m cold. I see my house, and I walk up to it. I open the door and all the lights are ok and the fireplace is going. The heat blows into my face inviting me in. I take my coat and shoes off. I see my spot on the sofa and I lay down. Warm. Happy knowing it’s cold out there but inside is warm and inviting.
The f8ck is wrong with me.