Awaking today to 15° and about
5" snow, I am ever so glad I get
to spend the day at home . . .
no errands to run, no place to go
and a warm bed and good book
calling my name.
I am much enjoying my elder
years, never having expected to
arrive. So love hearth and home,
quiet joys and simple moments.
I rather wish I had known these
long awaited moments were to
be expected.
I'm ever so grateful . . .
"Call me an old soul, but I find
peace in thunderstorms, the
moon, starry nights, sunsets, the
smell of rain, warm hugs, late
night drives, deep conversations,
old books, music and people who
feel like home." conscious reminder
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