I'm holding a warm mug, steam twirling from the surface of my tea. All is quiet inside my home except the crackling of dancing flames in the little fireplace. Even my beloved cat is sleeping. There's a book, waiting for me to sit down in the pillow covered window nook, but I cannot help but stare through the great window.. the window that oversees a vast fjord, and the hills crawling with fog. The water nearly frozen over now, the ice's starting to sing. The blues and grays paiting their way through every day. But today the sky above the hills is a familiar purple shade, an omen of white feathers to soon fall down to protect the land. I'm here, present, and yet I'm completely calm. Surrounded by home; every piece of me knows, every piece of me feels, my spirit breathes. I am standing here and I don't wanna leave. I wanna exist nowhere but here.