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My hands embrace the steaming cup. Liquid comfort in the form of a hot cup of tea mixed to perfection.

Outside it rains, without raining.

The air is visible. Tangible. A fine mist hangs suspended; covering all who would venture into her midst.

Steam rises in front of me and I stay.

Soon the fire will crackle in the iron stove; warming a home already warm with full hearts.

The bell chimes and I want nothing more than to


To hide; retreat; hibernate until the day dawns bright.

I want to cocoon us all in this place. Here and now.

To bathe in the light of a fire and swaddle ourselves in the warmth of tea and cocoa and popcorn and blankets.

The chime rings again.

Whistfully my coat embraces my frame; I grab the car keys.

I must


But oh, how I long to


And if you, my love, are with me to




Fridays are for freedom. And writing. So I’m refusing to let the ugly weather and pounding migrane keep me down. I’m locking elbows with the massive people-chain gathering together to write, spear-headed by LisaJo Baker for Five Minute Friday. This week’s prompt was STAY.