'Tis o' dark thirty and cars are
passing by, most likely on the
way to work . . .
Feel like I should be giving thanks,
which I do every single day. Yet, I
do know I've earned this retirement,
teaching 40 plus years. Still . . .
Love that there's no set bedtime or
an infernal alarm clock just waiting
to sound off. Love the spontaneity
available at every waking hour. Love
those silly ideas that pop into our
heads and the laughter this brings.
I like that the snow brings with it
permission to stay at home. I like
that the cold inspires the warmth
born of an inviting fire. I like that
stay-a-bed days come guilt-free!
Adore those early morning cuddles
and coffee in bed. Adore the odd
call or mail from my children.
Adore that Mr. Death has passed
me by so many times; pray, he
continue to do so!
Much to be thankful for . . .
icicles at dawn
framing full moon shining through
wild kind of romance
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