As the temperature drops in Vermont I've been spending more and more of my time cozied up in my little apartment. Since my artisan bread making class has begun my days start so, so early and I leave each class with a quiet, tired, contentment. Upon starting the class I imagined that once I got out for the day I would savor how much daytime I still had to go adventuring around, but I've really just done the exact opposite. Instead I'm learning to appreciate the side of myself that really just loves to wrap up in a blanket with soup and a book. It's ended up being a healthful acceptance, as someone who berrates herself for not constantly 'doing things', I've found that taking lengthy moments to sit inside, enjoy a friend's company, or share pancakes, without some form of guilt afterwards, has ended up being one of the best things for me. I appreciate the moments when I am outside much more and I'm more attentive to things like my neighbors indoor window boxes. My place has a new, 'lived-in' feeling to it and coming back to it I can soak up smells from whatever the last meal I made was. It's nice to occasionally tell the part of your mind that's buzzing with all the 'productive' ways you could be spending your time to quiet the heck down.
And, a couple of days ago I woke up to a window filled with falling snow c: