Three perfect things when hiding away from the world for an evening.
I don’t know if it’s just that I am paying more attention as I grow older or if the world is becoming a scarier place.
There is so much unrest, so much fear, hatred, and struggle. I alternate between wanting to take to the streets to shout about the injustices and to hide away in the safety of my home, pretending all is well. This was one of those evenings. What could be better than wine, a cozy fire, and a cat?
Even if all is very much wrong in the outside world, all is so right, right here. At least for this moment.