Monday, December 6, 2010

The One Where It's Best When It's Nearly Melted.

Dear Lover,

I don't know what it is about this time of year.
It goes against all reason.
But when the weather begins to bite.
To frost and whip and shudder.

All I want to do is turn up the heat.
Grab a pair of wool socks.
Snuggle beneath three or four blankets.
And eat a bowl of ice cream before I go to bed.


1 comment:

  1. There is something so romantically satisfying about ice cream and warm blankets. I love this.