cold rainy day

It is one of those days, when it is cold, dark and rainy. I love these days. It gives me permission to be cocoon like. It lets me feel blue, go into my Eeyore tone ( as my friends tell me) and indulge in all habits of cozy. I am not bright, I just want to be comforted. Loneliness can set in, and I welcome it. I feel grateful for everything around me; the birds I hear, the kids playing, the quilt on the couch keeping me warm, the kettle bubbling on the stove. I get that warm fuzzy feeling in the middle of my stomach and I wonder, if all of the world is in a little greenhouse with me. The splotches of color outside my cloud-room look like a canvas full of impressionistic portraits. The patter of my kids feet walking around the house create a beautiful song to my ears, as my mind unwinds and melts into the grey rainy skies above me.