Winter

The ground is covered in soft foamy snow and the air is white and cold. From my window I see lights in the other houses and in my mind I imagine them gathering around their tables for breakfast or their kids in pyjamas in front of the tv watching cartoons. The warm and bitter scent of coffee and freshly made bread fills the air in every home. It is quiet outside like a big duvet has been lowered over the world and I feel warm and safe here in the place I call home.