A cold rain falls and the sound is soothing and peaceful. The winds now gently push it against our northern windows with a soft splat. Gunsmoke plays in the background with the sound turned low and she is curled in her big chair and we're both content.
I came home to a huge pot of very good long simmered chili; one bowl and I'm full as a tick. Our old cat has just climbed into my lap and taken position between my legs. She purrs.
Soon a kettle of tea will boil and all will be right with the world - a few hours of peace before the quilt is tucked.
I love winter.