The sun streams in through the windows.
Warmth.
It’s been so cold.
The wind; relentless.
Sunshine, scarce.
I chase the sun through the rooms, as the afternoon gives way to evening.
Even the evening is being chased.
Days growing longer.
This time of year is always a battle.
A fight to enjoy each moment.
Darkness; permeating all.
Cold seeping through each crack and crevice in this old farmhouse.
Lately, I can’t seem to get warm.
I cook and bake.
I layer clothes.
Still.
I struggle.
To get warm.
This day.
The sun shines.
A glorious respite from the dark.
Do not be deceived.
It is still cold.
Chillingly so.
But there is a warmth.
Sunshine streaming through the windows that are not covered.
A blanket over the furniture in the parlor.
I boil water for tea.
I choose my favorite tea cup.
I let the tea bag steep.
The hot liquid announces it’s arrival.
I sit.
With my book.
I try to hold this moment.
Warmth, tea, a book.
Peace.
Quiet.
Contentment.
I thank God for this moment.
I breathe deep.
For this moment is what counts.
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment
until it becomes a memory . -Dr. Suess
