I love these winter mornings for the silence and purity of thoughts. When it's frost outside the window, and inside you feel a feeling of warmth not from the batteries, but from within. Maybe it's hope. Maybe a premonition of someone's message. Or maybe a simple dream of hands that could warm you more than any sun.

What warms you more than the winter sun?

The thought of a woman? Her smile? A touch? Or maybe the promise of a meeting that is still ahead?

Ira ☀️