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A Cozy Day

Today the wind has been whipping around my little cottage. It's quite cold outside too. The beach calls me to come for a walk but even if I wear my Hot Chillies under my jeans, don cashmere socks and hiking boots, layer a silk tee with a cashmere turtleneck sweater under my leather jacket and put on a scarf, gloves and flap hat I think it will be brutal. No, today is a day for hunkering down.

I think that I'll make soup. That'll do it. I have kale, parsnips, carrots, shallots and a little touch of garlic to put in it... And I'll nap. I'm not a napper, and I say this as I force myself from dozing at this very computer in order to complete this sentence (My hungry mind just hates to turn off).  I should give myself permission to rest when my body is calling out for it, especially in a place like this.

It's completely quiet, comfortable, uncluttered. It's decorated for comfort in soothing tans, navy and white solids. There's abundant pillows, foot rests, comforters and fleece throws. Just the right lighting due to dimers and shades that adjust from top or bottom. And that living water at eye level right off my porch... today I watched the tide come in --choppy and whipped up across the basin out to sea -- and for the last hour have been delighted to see the beach reappear and grow longer every time I glance up from my work as it recedes.

I had the gym and the grocery store on my list today, but I look up and see it's already 7 PM and the sun is starting to set on the water. I think the nap wins (meaning a 10 minute doze). I'll let the wind gently rattling the window frames lull me.

It's whispering: Just shut your eyes. Give in.

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