The First of December

I should really be working. I should be empting boxes and putting things away. Instead I am staring out of the window, entranced with the view and the day.
The clouds are dark, gray and heavy. But they are comforting. The trees have been denuded of their leaves, their limbs reach skeleton like fingers into the crisp air. There are still patches of impossibly green grass patchworked with golden weeds. I could, and in fact have been, drinking in this view for hours.
There is a softly whispering breeze tumbling around in the trees and the bushes. A few hardy birds lend their song to the scene.
Inside the aroma of slowly simmering pot of ham and beans fills the house.It is a rich smell punchuated with onion and garlic. Mingling with this is the heady smell of freshly brewed coffee.
I love the feel of my flannel shirt next to my skin, soft and comforting like being in the arms of an old and familiar lover. Oh it is so delicious to sit content with in and with out, sipping a cup of coffee delicately flavored with chocolate and mint. Listening to the contented snoring of the dogs, curled up and sleeping on the thick rug at my feet.
I am finally feeling peace stealing back into my soul. The stress of the last few months becoming a memory, like a bad dream.
I really should be working...........maybe later.