"There is no austerity equal to a balanced mind, and there is no happiness equal to contentment; there is no disease like covetousness, and no virtue like mercy."
The yarn has worn a permanent groove between my thumb and index finger. The snow gently falls upon the pine boughs, weighing them down, creating the most serene feeling of comfort and contentment.
For some reason, I can't bring myself to step away. The yarn and I have a connection and its running deep these days. We've found ourselves quite the little relationship and it has become quite obvious that we're inseparable.
As the snow quietly tumbles I'm snuggled with my handmade blanket, a fuzzy puppy, and a basket of yarn. I'm pretty sure that both if us aren't moving until much later tonight.
We're keeping it cozy, that's for sure.