When it’s cold, home is where I should be.
Lighting candles and sipping green tea.
Chopping firewood from an old oak tree and
then cuddling myself in a blanket made for two.
Forgetting that I have many things to do.
Just for a moment, nothing else matters.
For once, I’m alone at home without any chatter —Only the flames clasping my face.
Wishing I could be captured by the fire without a trace.
I love the cold, and I hope it stays.
It’s not that I hate summer. I’ve just seen better days.
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I also adore cold weather! ❤️❤️