Winter sunlight

Winter sunlight. A slanting ray that opens its warm arms to you. Diffused softness that whispers through the sun-freckled mist. A small spiral doorway to hope. A solitary soul. A dollop of melting butter on warm waffle. The drizzle of honey. The cocoon of the present moment. Snug mittens. Smug kittens. A childhood memory distilling through the beam of time. Curling smoke wafting out of a quaint tea stall high in the snow wrapped mountains. A hug. An unexpected smile crinkling the corner of the eye. The fragrance of home made tea-time cake. A walk, with hands tucked deep into pockets under a canopy of trees, on ground pebbled with drops of light peeping through the leaves.
Winter sunlight. All that is whole and warm and well and wise with the world.

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