|My cabin, 5.5 by 8.5 watercolor|
Wouldn't it be great to be snowed in, with a good fire, plenty of food and drink, good books, a loved one? No traffic or travels or turmoil to worry about, just the present moment. I think this every year on Thanksgiving or Christmas Day, when most traffic disappears from our materialistic rich and peace poor lives.
Those who know me best, know that cabins are metaphors and sanctuaries, I've written about before:
Where's your cabin
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