IMAGINE

Do you ever feel like this?

Outside it’s raining icy drops of silver frosted sleet. The weather drum is beating on your windowsill.

 

You have been out for a brief moment so is already chilled to the bone and still you are shivering inside with absolute memories of your earlier outing. Your shoes are still in the hallway where you have shut them out closing the inner door to any draft that may make its way through to your living room where you have just prepared your log fire. There is no light in your house as outside is so dull. Okay, I can’t see light, but I feel the warmth from them. Their amber glow still burns through my mind as though my blindness has haunted me for only a couple of years opposed to seventeen.

 

An orange lamp is turned on and a fragrant candle is lit. The smell of winter still floats in as the flames are not yet large enough to make a difference.

 

Whilst your coals and woods are burning, you go into your small cosy kitchen and warm up a pan of previously homemade soup. You turn on your oven to pop a loaf in to crisp and heat.

 

As you patiently wait, plesures of culinary delights of the melting butter on your hot bread is dancing with your thoughts and rumbling stomach as butterflies flirt with your hunger.

 

After you eat, you pour a cup of steaming hot chocolate and carry it through to your living room with a couple of ginger biscuits. By now your colours of reds and oranges, are collaborating into ambers of fancy, flickering flames, and feelings of fruition as well as sounds of    crackling  coals crunch their way through your dried out logs.

 

You sit on the thick rug next to your hearth, where your heart is as warm as your soul. Chills are forgotten about and you realise just how fortunate you really are. To be warm and safe. Full stomach and so comfortable. Such is life and such is a great imagination.