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.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
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.
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