A Quiet Cold Night
Emery and I are spending the evening with the wood stove blazing. For most the evening I have been cuddled up with a warm flannel quilt on the sofa, chatting with the man of my dreams.
Its just one of those quiet cold nights where the tea kettle hisses and hums on the stove, providing us with hot water for Holy Basil tea to warm the insides. Lamp light glowing in the window, old fashioned homeyness.
We both will feel a sigh of relief when we hear from Melissa that she has arrived home safe and sound on this cold winter like night.
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