Winter,
Sleepless and not in the mood to read, around dawn, a flash of light, which I thought was a car, I was wrong, peaking out the window, it was thunder and rain.
Off to the kitchen, coffee machine brewed.
The 5-year-old ritual will commence shortly.
Off to the balcony, hot coffee in hand, iPod in the other, the smell is heavenly. The ritual begun
It was around 7 am that I returned, after almost 2 hours of bliss wandering to the edges of my mind and back, with one song on repeat on my iPod—gazing endlessly at nothing.
I felt light, I felt good, and I slept instantly.
Thank you, winter. You know you are my only season; I wrote many posts honouring you on my old blog. Please stay here forever.
