At Home Now

At home now, not here where I am, city-bound, it’s raining, the cold rain of autumn leading into winter’s snow. And a rainy day at home is time spent inside, “sweater weather,” staying warm, a hot cup of coffee, or cocoa, rich and chocolaty, warming my spirits, and a good book, no Nook or Kindle on a rainy day inside, but paper, paper pages thumbed and turned, dog-eared, or chest-pressed in dozing off, the lullaby of rain falling on the roof, beating time on the windows, the comfort of a room warmed closing my eyelids and raising snores, gentle snores of dozing off, on a rainy day, a rainy day spent inside, a slower life, settling into the winter snow approaching.