Warm sweet chai melts these frozen days.
Blankets and books-  smells of musky pages and spice invade my nostrils.
I am home.
Our cat sniffs the air and then sleeps, his paws pushed under the radiator,
he hums a deep contented purrr.

We feel the same.

please be still.

He does not listen.

Buzzing he is like a worked bee

Not stopping till he is exhausted.

Done,
still,
asleep