Sweet Days

Sweet days are lingering on my tongue and melting like soft snowflakes. A bright morning sun rises and melts the frost and other days it just illuminates it. Gravel salted roads cruch under feet and tire alike. Nursing cuddles, cold toes searching for warmth, yummy left-overs, mornings under the blankets with my sexy partner.


Cat-like yoga stretches in front of the window.

We move slowly, full of grace, in all our winter concentration.