The day has been rather cool at minus 2 but it is not too bad now and the patio door is cracked open.
To air the stuffy house.
I hear a young girl, a child, babbling and chatting.
There is also the roar of cars in the faraway distance.
Both dogs are on my bed and Laurel is sleeping in the box of the scratch post.
May these moments of quiet restful peace last for aeons, dear Buddha.
May we always be able to rest all together when our bodies and minds are tired.