A light touch of sunshine.
Cold air.
Cold floors.
A hot-water bottle
in a snug and soft blanket.
The warmth that can only be felt
this time of year when it is not a heating season,
that spreads
softly and placidly
from body to mind,
from mind to the air.
Brightly and clearly.
Endlessly.
Gently,
gently,
eyes . . .
become closed.
Small changes being felt
that balance themselves
by coming in and going out.
