The weather people are talking about a storm… lots of snow… or maybe not as much as they are predicting… you never can tell.
A candle burns with a motion to the flame… a dance on the breath… a touch of bronze on a cold winter’s night.
I love these quiet nights by the warm fire… a glass of wine through the moments of simply being… outside the furies of the weather… inside the comfort of companionship… and the warm glow of friends.
Let Sunday pass to Monday in peaceful rest.
PS My reading went better than ever before. I left feeling really good about it.
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