We'll Keep Warm

It's cloudy outside, and I love it.

Now, if only it were cold.

I'm still in the process of moving out of "my" apartment and into "our" house, but somehow I feel that I'm already home. I have a cozy, warm nest of a husband. Our love could warm the world a thousand times over. It inspires me to tactile beauty, to simple little ways of displaying my daily joy, our sweet and unfussy life.

I'm going to stay home and watch movies and take baths. I'm going to bake some yummy thing that smells like heaven. I don't know how, but I'll figure it out. I'm going to light candles. I'M GOING TO READ and read and read and read until my heart breaks. I'll go to the used bookstore in the Village wearing my winter jacket and a scarf and tights and mary janes. My nose will be cold and pink. I'll wear my hair down. I'll come home to him. It will be dark outside. We'll keep warm. It's going to be lovely.

It already is.