My hands embrace the steaming cup. Liquid comfort in the form of a hot cup of tea mixed to perfection.
Outside it rains, without raining.
The air is visible. Tangible. A fine mist hangs suspended; covering all who would venture into her midst.
Steam rises in front of me and I stay.
Soon the fire will crackle in the iron stove; warming a home already warm with full hearts.
The bell chimes and I want nothing more than to
Stay
To hide; retreat; hibernate until the day dawns bright.
I want to cocoon us all in this place. Here and now.
To bathe in the light of a fire and swaddle ourselves in the warmth of tea and cocoa and popcorn and blankets.
The chime rings again.
Whistfully my coat embraces my frame; I grab the car keys.
I must
Go.
But oh, how I long to
Stay.
And if you, my love, are with me to
Stay
Forevermore.
Fridays are for freedom. And writing. So I’m refusing to let the ugly weather and pounding migrane keep me down. I’m locking elbows with the massive people-chain gathering together to write, spear-headed by LisaJo Baker for Five Minute Friday. This week’s prompt was STAY.
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Sweet, beautiful words. I would want to stay too! 🙂
Author
Thanks, Stephanie! 🙂
ah…yes…so hard some mornings to get moving. but thankful for those moments of quiet and calm. they are gifts.
Author
Yes, such a gift! And they recharge just enough to get out there and do what needs done. 🙂
This is exactly how I feel this morning! I want to wrap myself in the warmth of home and just stay.
Author
yes…these Irish winters make it hard to want to be productive at all. ha!!
You have spoken right into my heart! I, too, love to cocoon my family together in our home, safely tucked away from the outside. I know we can’t “stay” there, but I long to stay in the moment, embracing the moments we do have.
What a beautiful post…
Author
Thanks, Stefanie! And you’re right, it is SO tempting! 🙂
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The steaming cup of tea does beckon something fierce sometimes, doesn’t it? You captured so beautifully how difficult the Get Up And Go can be some mornings.
Author
Yes, and this time of year it beckons morning, noon and night. 😉
I can tell how much you wanted to stay, Jennifer, but your description of the mist- oh, i love walking in it, there’s a certain kind of quiet that resides there, and that’s where I feel cocooned! )
Author
Yes, there are certainly days where I share your sentiment for the mist. Yesterday was not one of them. Ha!!
This is beautiful. That comfort of home and warmth is truly like blanket wrapping its arms of well-being around you. Thanks, I could sense your longing when you had to go!!
Blessings
Mia
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Thanks, Mia! 🙂