It's cold outside, but I
am warm. Safely tucked
beneath blankets, watching
the storm heave its gray
sighs amongst the cedars.
My cats, becurled in their favorite
chairs, enhance the cozy
sense of enchanted remove.
The world cannot touch us
here. There is only peace,
there is only contentment,
there is, in this moment, as always,
only enough.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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