The Journey Inward

Inside of a snowflake is a phone call, telling you to roll over and go back to sleep.

Inside of a phone call is warmth, snuggling deep under covers

Inside of warmth is comfort, sheltering in place

Inside of comfort is rest, deep and peaceful

Inside of rest is waking, feeling energetic and revitalized.

Inside of waking is a home-cooked breakfast, slow and extravagant

Inside of breakfast is fuel, preparation for tackling the snow covered driveway and sidewalks

Inside of fuel is fire, back inside and curled up in front of it with a cup of tea.

Inside of a fire is a snowflake, dancing past the windows

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