Sit in front of the fireplace, with a soft shawl wrapped around me, my hands cupped around a mug of extra sweet, hot chocolate filled with puffy white marshmallows. Relaxing with the sounds of the logs crackling and watching the sparks fly off into the fireplace like fireflies in the summer night sky.
Stay in bed, huddled under three or four quilts, my head resting on two pillows, curled up in the fetal position. You can barely see me, except for a couple of inches of my face. I’m so happy to be here instead of outside where the wind is harshly hitting the fragile trees and the ice is coming down like pellets striking people in the face. I’m so happy to be here, so happy to be me.
One of my favorite sounds is the sound of pouring rain outside my window. If I am in bed I snuggle under many layers of blankets with a smile. The sound of rain comforts me; I feel peaceful and happy and grateful that I am not outside, scrambling to take cover. Rain can fall in a pattern, like a well- sung song and the wind, accompanies the song to make a symphony of nature.