I take comfort in the winter landscape, seeing the cold, white sun cast a soft, golden glow on the barren trees that sway in the icy, frigid wind. I find solace in the fierce and bitter winds as they rush through the countryside, bringing tears to my stinging, squinting eyes as I rush
home, while cloud's shadows roll across dormant, frozen fields.
Home, a place of sanctuary with a warm, amber lit kitchen, the scent of apple candles and a steaming cup of tea, where rosy cheeked faces and wagging tails are always there to greet me. Yes, I find peace in the browns and grays of winter, the ground blanketed with snow, covering
and giving a well earned rest to the sweet plot of earth where I reside. I take comfort, for I too shall be at rest behind the solid walls of my country house, nestled deep, beneath my soft, warm covers, safely tucked away from winter's sting.
home, while cloud's shadows roll across dormant, frozen fields.
Home, a place of sanctuary with a warm, amber lit kitchen, the scent of apple candles and a steaming cup of tea, where rosy cheeked faces and wagging tails are always there to greet me. Yes, I find peace in the browns and grays of winter, the ground blanketed with snow, covering
and giving a well earned rest to the sweet plot of earth where I reside. I take comfort, for I too shall be at rest behind the solid walls of my country house, nestled deep, beneath my soft, warm covers, safely tucked away from winter's sting.
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