The Time for Home

I missed my winter as I miss good conversations with old friends. Not sitting next to the fire, but in a rocking chair, by the window, with some hot coffee or tea next to me, and a good book (or working at one), watching the dance of snowflakes, looking at how everything is covered in white, in silence, in peace.

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” (Edith Sitwell)

It is my time for home, for kindness, for warmth, for rest.