weekly scenes

The indoors are getting cozy. Do you feel it?

Winter has moved her way in, making morning toast and heartfelt gifts all the more warming to the soul.

Not that I don't enjoy nature in winter. Oh, very contrary. 

She's quiet. She's exposed. She's beautiful.

But she's cold. And she circles her cool breeze around pockets of warmth, creating small cocoons for living creatures to find refuge.

Bright lights ignite rooms while snow crystals fall outside the window.

Four walls are a tightly wrapped blanket of love, light, and happiness.

Here, we find our comfort and what it means to be cozy.

home

Home is a place of safety and warmth. Where people fill the rooms. A fire burns in the family room, and the dogs splay out to enjoy its heat. There's nothing like the warmth from your mother's food in your stomach. Ah, the relaxing feel of being home. 

My recent trip back to upstate NY for Thanksgiving  was every bit as relaxing as I'd hoped for. We left for a couple days to visit my grandmother in Boston and when we came back there was a no-fail Syracuse snowfall. I snuggled up and hung out with my mom because I couldn't drive anywhere. There's something so relieving about being cutoff like that - away from the everyday, in the middle of nowhere and unable to go anywhere. 

I will never fail to enjoy the comfort of the house I grew up in.