Fighting Winter
I have found comfort in the warmth of a blanket embrace. The earthy scent of hot matcha and my nag champa candle entangling my senses. My rescued German Shepherd cross with one ear and a love for touch is curled next to me and grumbles for a scritch. The air is brisk and cold outside but I am saved from its clutches in my cozy little nook.
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I am whisked away in chilling tales of haunted heroes and their sinister plagues as they encounter evil that is not my own. This year has been one of bruises, burns and searing wounds and a fear of future and outside. I find solace in the depravity of others’ minds as I breathe and read the words of characters in much more dire straits than mine.
I ward off winter in my cozy nook, with the pages turning and battles I only have to observe. It’s been a time of fight and flight and now I freeze away from winter’s wind and a book pressed to my knees. I foresee more struggle and battle up ahead but for now I can rest instead. I get to wander through pages of others being devoured by demons, fighting residues of spirits and confronting the magnitude of monsters . . .society.
