* The little black ball of fur is sleeping still on the sofa opposite when I peek open my eyes. Unusual, because he wakes me. I watch him sleep until he cracks open an eye to look over at me. We lie in our cosy warmth gazing at one another.
* My breath is visible when I stand on the deck watching the dogs cavort (how can they be so alive this early?) and I am comforted by the knowledge of the day's warmth to come.
* To gaze at a poster of an artist's work and marvel at his abilities and sensitivities although I totally disagree with his politics.
reading: Nina's Journey by Nina Markovna