Rememberings and Soft Winter Comforts

It wasn't really any particularly special day. It was just an average Thursday, but Thursday didn't ever really feel average to her. It was a day with a special shine to it, her favourite day of the week. It had been since childhood.

She had snuggled down further into bed even though the sun was up - the air was crisp and chill. She cracked open one eye and surveyed the room briefly ... Nope, it could wait 5 more minutes (the world that is) because she never afforded herself these little comforts. But today? Today was wintery and her soul needed some nurturing, warmth and care. Her soft and fluffy grey blanket brushed against her face, it felt so loving, she touched it lightly with her fingertips, stroking ever so lightly, soothing.

Eventually (after exactly 7 minutes) she slowly and deliberately lifted the blanket, carefully folding it back on itself and she placed her feet firmly on the floor.

Today would not be a day for rushing through things, today was a day of flow.

It has been raining all night and the air was fresh and moisture laden.

Special coffee this morning. All the little comforts. She unfurled the sealed closure and lifted the bag of coffee to her nose, inhaling it's scent deeply. Her eyes closed and it felt like the air sparkled just a little bit more. Hmmm it was heavenly.


Sitting down with her coffee, she glanced out of the window. She must have looked a bit odd in her favourite hoodie with the lined hood pulled up, tracksuit pants and fluffy winter socks all mismatched and differently coloured. It didn't matter though she mused to herself. The window was covered in raindrops and she could see out perfectly well ; nobody could see in. Safe, secure, serene.

She allowed her thoughts to waft out and away as she stared over the meadow. She remembered a young girl who loved similar comforts all those years ago. She would put her fingers into running streams, chase butterflies and laugh with them, collect heart shaped leaves to press in books with forget-me-nots.

Hmmm today was a day for soft blankets, fluffy socks and nostalgia of all the LIVING that she'd done and the small things she'd enjoyed along the way.

Millions of little moments. Hundreds of memorable sunsets and chilly, crisp mornings. Walking through grass and running along sandy shores. Rain and sun, wind and snow. Today was a day of rememberings and soft, winter comforts.

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