Or Maybe I Was Just Tired
Jan. 20th, 2007 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyspriteAny day that starts out with me sleeping until 10am is bound to be better than the one before it. Not because I enjoy sleeping late, which I don't, or because I'm not a morning person, which I am. No, the truth is that I'm an early riser by nature and by choice - so any time I sleep that late, it's a sure bet that I was exhausted beyond any capacity to function. And, having caught up at least a little on my sleep debt, the world is a slightly less harsh place. Worries are still there, but they don't loom quite as large on the horizon, and I can see past them to the rest of the world.
It's still cold here; it seems winter has truly arrived, and I can actually appreciate it today. I'm not made to function out in the icy chill, but I still love it. I love listening to the wind, and feeling the cold on my face, and bundling up in heavy coats, and then coming inside to hide from it. I am a creature of comfort, and there's a level of comfort to be found in the warmth of hiding from winter cold that isn't there in the warmth of summer.
Summer warmth has its own goodness. It has the pleasantness of freedom from fabric, and freedom from confined, closed-in houses. It has color and sunshine and space, but it's a warmth that is given to you, rather than a warmth that you make yourself. There's nothing cozy about summer.
Winter warmth is snug, and comforting, and cozy. You can wrap yourself up in it, pull it as close to your chin and your toes as you like, and hold it like a talisman between yourself and the world outside. Which is exactly what I'm doing right now.
My errands are run, my work is done, and I'm safely inside for the night. I've taken a long, hot bubble bath and wrapped myself up in an utterly unflattering but incredibly comfy polar fleece bathrobe, with an afghan I made myself just for overkill. There's a pan of chocolate-raspberry streusel bars in the oven, and a pot of tea brewing. My house is lit up like a beacon - I've never been overly fond of dark houses - and I can hear the wind outside while I sit here and watch old movies and read random snippets of internet humor and play silly games to my heart's content.
I may daydream about moving to Hawaii, but I could never give up winter nights like this.
It's still cold here; it seems winter has truly arrived, and I can actually appreciate it today. I'm not made to function out in the icy chill, but I still love it. I love listening to the wind, and feeling the cold on my face, and bundling up in heavy coats, and then coming inside to hide from it. I am a creature of comfort, and there's a level of comfort to be found in the warmth of hiding from winter cold that isn't there in the warmth of summer.
Summer warmth has its own goodness. It has the pleasantness of freedom from fabric, and freedom from confined, closed-in houses. It has color and sunshine and space, but it's a warmth that is given to you, rather than a warmth that you make yourself. There's nothing cozy about summer.
Winter warmth is snug, and comforting, and cozy. You can wrap yourself up in it, pull it as close to your chin and your toes as you like, and hold it like a talisman between yourself and the world outside. Which is exactly what I'm doing right now.
My errands are run, my work is done, and I'm safely inside for the night. I've taken a long, hot bubble bath and wrapped myself up in an utterly unflattering but incredibly comfy polar fleece bathrobe, with an afghan I made myself just for overkill. There's a pan of chocolate-raspberry streusel bars in the oven, and a pot of tea brewing. My house is lit up like a beacon - I've never been overly fond of dark houses - and I can hear the wind outside while I sit here and watch old movies and read random snippets of internet humor and play silly games to my heart's content.
I may daydream about moving to Hawaii, but I could never give up winter nights like this.
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Date: 2007-01-21 04:02 am (UTC)And I assume at least one of you is on the suspects list, to get any leads in that arena?
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Date: 2007-01-21 04:15 am (UTC)And I'll be honest, I have no idea what the suspects list is. I keep hearing about it, but I've never been invited onto it. I always figured it was some kind of poly community thing, and that's just not my niche....
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Date: 2007-01-21 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-21 04:48 am (UTC)We have that here, too.
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Date: 2007-01-21 05:11 am (UTC)Snow is due here in the morning.
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Date: 2007-01-21 05:42 am (UTC)