Today would be the kind of day to lounge in bed, buried beneath the covers relishing the warmth of blankets and three precious dogs. But that isn't reality; reality is it's a work day and although the temps are frigid and the windchill reaching 20+ below zero, I need to be at work.
Morning starts as normal, taking the dogs out. The drive is frozen over and the wind makes an eerie sound as it blows through the trees. If you listen carefully you can hear the limbs creek as if in protest. There are no smells in the air, just the biting cold as it hits your face. Sophie, the lover of all weather, doesn't even try to get me to play with her. Lucy and Gracie's feet are so tiny that this needs to be a quick trip out and back inside.
I have always thought of winter as a time of warmth; not the warmth of the weather but the warmth of home. You know that feeling after working all day, when you take that first step inside your house and the warmth hits your face? That warmth. Or that early morning first sip of coffee? Better yet, those cold snowy nights curled up with a good book! Keeping warm thoughts on these cold days makes them bearable; at times enjoyable. The thought of getting home, lighting a fire and snuggling with the "fur" babies kicks in around mid afternoon. I think it's my mind preparing me for the walk to the parking garage, get nice and cold because as soon as you walk in the door that "warmth" greets you and warms your soul.
Stay safe and warm everyone.
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