I stand on the porch while my dog checks out the yard.  It’s chilly; there is a bit of rain, more dripping than falling.

The smell of wood smoke fills the air; it’s the first since cold weather ended last spring.  It smells delicious.

The warmth of my home feels especially good when Galahad and I go back inside.  There’s something about the change in temperature that makes things more enjoyable.

Now, I’m sitting on the couch.  Music plays softly as I write.

My cat, Priscilla, is into the comfort of this evening, too:  She is dozing on the cushion beside me.

I guess I would have to say that coziness is made from a mix of chilly and warm, pleasure, stillness and peace.


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