sweet solitude

days are grey and short.

a cold chill brings raindrops and snowflakes.

the world turns inward toward fireplaces and piles of blankets.

cozy inside, pouring hot tea, 

pulling on warm woolies, 

and curling up with a furry loved one.

time has slowed now.

even as the world races on with shopping, parties, and family gatherings,

you have escaped, found solace.

this is the time to be alone, to feel, to sit quietly, to dance in bare feet.
all is allowed, and all is for you.

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