Warmth

Today the sun shone, first time in a long time White clouds of soft cotton plough the blue sky in thin wispy formation No wind, rain, fog, just bright heat Beams thread their silver into our room, the glass that protected us from the cold Becomes a sheet of warm, displaying the solar vista Seems the birds know this value, they sing in welcome Bringing life to the sunlit trees as the land around us wakes It is still deep in winter yet almost as if spring shows its sleepy head Skin warms, eyes adjust, alive, enjoyment, happiness Casting rays pick out the motes of dust floating in the air around So comes the sun into our room, opening up our eyes, bringing a new view The wood, fabrics regaining colour, as if welcoming the receding dark exchanged for light We laugh a little as exposed are all the dark hidden corners awaiting the cloth, the vacuum But for now, we sit, marvel and soak in the feelings this moment brings Feeling somehow more human, more at peace Realising just how much we have missed the natural warmth Jan 2022