Surrendering to the Call of Winter

Things I should be doing, calls to make, places to be, but….

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Buried under three blankets, a snoring dog snuggled under my arm. The window open, the first frigid morning of fall flowing in, but I am too cozy to get up and close it. There are things I should be doing, calls to make, words to be written, already eight and I should be getting on with my day. The rustle of leaves tumbling down the street, the rattle of already bare tree branches, the salty smell of the marsh… winter is calling, sending early greetings, and I let it take me. I slide deeper into the warmth, close my eyes, I am in my own winter of life, yet the days of my many summers never far from my dreams.