World seems magically beautiful, wrapped in a hazy dream like fog…coolness of air tingling its ribs, caressing its chubby cheeks…birds lazing around atop high branches of some yellowish green tree…cats stealing the bits of nap from under the elbow of sleeping sun…Dogs, who are not as lazy as cats, waiting princely for their morning breakfast to fall from sky, if not Manna then at least a loaf of bread or some harassed naked bone…Soon they’d be seen chasing cars and playing with poly bags who’ve lost their way, and can be seen shivering and moseying the streets. Thank you lord, somebody still finds them usable…
Such is the immaculate and flawless beauty of winter, only if I could witness it from under my warm quilt. All enigmas are wasted, I tell you.
I tried though, somehow. Drilled a cave in my cozy quilt with the tools I had; my unenthusiastic hands. However, my iced up pink nose and watery glacial eyes took away all the joy.
I again let the quilt cave in, and hurl all its warmth and weight over me.
Would later chide the winter for its unruly attitude towards a nature lover, for now, I only wish to Hibernate!
A Shivering Quilt Lover