. . . look like comfort.
It's the middle of winter ... and I'm dealing with it.
I long for mornings in my garden, evenings on the patio, and lazy days up north, sure. But for now, I've gotten used to driving on icy roads, remembering to grab my mittens, and piling on the layers.
I'm hunkering down for the rest of the winter. And seeking comfort . . . where I can find it.