Outside a blizzard is quite literally howling around the house, rattling the shutters and the sliding doors. It’s cold, in addition to the snow and wind; the temperature has dropped a solid 40 degrees since mid-afternoon.
But we are all safely inside, with everything we need and no reason to set foot out the door. I have a throw blanket my mother-in-law gave me about a year ago wrapped around my shoulders, and a down blanket I found over me. My son is asleep nested in his blankets, and my husband in ours. I’ll go join him in a few minutes here.
Warmth and peace and safety. All is well.