It’s February. Mid winter.
If not buried under snow, we should at least be cold. Cold enough to want to huddle under thick fleecy blankets with fuzzy socks and old jammies and that dog eared, slightly battered, and oh so well loved book for sweet company.
But no. There we were, out on the deck. Sipping ginger lemon tea and humming where the sun touched our shoulder blades and made kaleidoscopes of our hair.
There we were, mid winter.
Basking in the sun and whispering our love so as not to wake up the sleepy ones.