To feel the warmth of a fire.

And watch huge flakes hit the window.

I smell chili on the stove, almost ready to taste.

I pet the Dachsunds asleep on my lap, the pyrs are outside of course.

I listen to “Bubbles Up” on Bluetooth.

Every sense is engaged though I don’t move.

Home from a life’s journey, letting me “know that I’m loved, there is light up above, and joy is always enough”.