pleasures. this cup
of tea
for instance,
this blanket around
me
mid afternoon
as the snow falls,
the fire
full
and rich with flames.
the mail
on the floor through
the slot,
waiting to be opened.
no rush. i'm
in no hurry to be with
the outside
world.
i'm settled
with life on this
cold afternoon,
the dog in a circle
so happy
to warm my feet.
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