Cold Window

January 24, 2013 § 1 Comment

“Seventeen below zero outside, on the thermometer”. Said my husband when I got up this morning at 6:40.

A few minutes earlier as I was laying in bed, deep under the covers, I had sensed  it was going to be a frigid day because my nose felt cold.

There is a sharp draft from our bedroom window that blows right over my pillow. I love feeling its whiff of fresh clean air greeting me every morning as I take my first deep breath, awakening slowly. It invariably invites me to get up.

Except today.

It was much too cold.

So I had no choice but to resort rapidly to some kind of Plan B before this affirmation could become a lame excuse for going back to sleep.

I decided to concentrate and focus on thoughts of a hot shower and a steaming cup of tea, while at the same time calculate how quickly I could find my sweater and slippers.

It worked.

I managed to totter to the window led by the curiosity to see outside, as if the view could confirm how cold it really was, and here is what I saw:

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A most inviting and beautiful winter morning greeting!

Then I remembered that my daughter was twenty years old today.


§ One Response to Cold Window

  • vtbee says:

    I thought of you when I dared to leave my cozy bed this morning. Jack Frost had visited my window too! And then I sent a birthday greeting.
    Tomorrow morning I will try your getting-out-of-bed-in-a-cold-room exercise.


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