There’s a calmness in the winter
the stillness and the silence
bundling up under several layers
just to go watch the dog run around outside
and come back inside to a piping hot cup of hot chocolate
hands like icicles, wrapped around the mug, warming.
December can feel like a separate world from reality,
everyone bustling to get ready for the holidays
while maneuvering around the first real snowstorm of the season
and I sit here drinking my hot chocolate
and the world stops for a minute
and I know,
if only for a moment,
will be okay.