I will miss cuddling with me, myself and bulky fuzzy blankets because you take over my wooden-floored house. I’ll miss seeing my breath as I talk to myself while I walk from one destination to the other alone.
Until next time, I’ll be with you soon.
As much as I hate corny cliche shit, it’s still a sensational occasion to be in the presence of the steam from a warm cup of coffee and a good read in hand on this cold winters season.