Sitting in the Dark

If I look closely, there is a tinge of light against the clouds.

It looks really dark out there though with only three points of light in the room: the glow from Dean's computer bathing his face; the stark light of mine into which I look to write; and the warmth of color and feel from the fire between us. All around is dark and the rain drums steadily on the roof of the solarium.

Sometimes I need a morning like this. I like it when it comes on a Sunday. Makes keeping Sabbath very easy ~ :). I breathe into the sound and the dark and the glow of the lights. A little chill runs through me. Time for hot tea and maybe a move closer to the fire. Nice ~ with blessings