Sunday, timeless.

Sunday, timeless, through non-stop angry wind and gentle sporadic snow.
I am cozy in my cocoon of cats and soundscapes, pieces of dreams remembered, and Buddhist texts open on coffee table, nudging me to come closer and read.

Made a little salmon cake(coat one with golden flax meal), brown on each side, and top with baby romaine lettuce, and a dollop of red pepper humus. Washed it down with a few sips of Blue moon, a nice light Belgium-like beer. Crisp, yet not too cold for my system, when outside registers nineteen degrees, with the wind chill.

Before lunch, took a deeply restorative nap on the couch, with two comforters, and my being fully dressed in cottons and fleeces. Strains of soundscapes gently waft through the air;the same air that in the middle of the night created mist from my warm breath.
I must put the storm windows in before spring.

Why do we only get the northeasterlies in the winter? Two thirds of my apartment face north, and because of this, I must endure the incessant pounding of the wind, a large part of the cold of winter.
In spring and in summer, when I desire a lovely lilting breeze, I open the window. Only to find, a whisp of air, with no breeze at all. Now the breeze comes from the south east south west, or north west, none of these directions helping to cool my place.

Thinking of the problems in cool contol during the warmer months, is beginning to warm me up.
Feeling a loosening in my lower back, and an overall enhancement of my circulation. Thoughts ARE powerful!

I am ready to bundle up, and brave the elements, as the sun just darted from behind a cloud.
Woops, I spoke too soon. Oh well, I am determined. One layer at a time, I will go, and fight the elements.

May you day dear reader be filled with fun challenges such as these!

With Love and Laughter,
Kathryn