One of Those Days

It's one of those days where you just want to curl up into a ball and spend quality time hiding in a pile of blankets, pillows, and sheets: seeking comfort in warmth that is not skin.  Hot peppermint cocoa tea is idly sitting on the windowsill, a few nibbles of chocolate is required to pass the time; your preference of a well-worn book rests on the nightstand as you watch the sky converge and then solidify in the magnificence of blue, pink, and black.  (You'd rather that it not collect dust.)  The sky steadily wails, the wind continuously lurks--menacingly pulls on the ends of branches, grass, hair--while sunlight carefully peeps out from behind the cumulus clouds, keeping in line with the earth's winter tilt, as you let out a reverberating sigh that glides, bounces off walls and windowsills, desks and drawers.  You take it all in, breathe in the slow rush of the day, grateful for today's work.