It’s so easy to be inside when it’s cold outside. The air bites my face and my hands. Everything else is bundled. It seems as if the one thing I want to do is stay inside. May be a metaphor. Or an opening, a welcome, to actually do just that. Inside my house, inside myself. I feel less open. I feel more like sleeping…a lot. Naps are good and come easily. I still function and do many things but am more focused on the internal…staying warm and feeling cozy. Sending warm winter vibes…
