It’s cold and icy outside. No chance for a walk around the complex. Yes, it’s beautiful, hues of blue-white, but we are controled by it. Indoors we have warmth, a fire, a dinner fit for royalty, Obama interviewed on TV, but we are restricted to the walls of the apartment.
I am comfortable in my cacoon. Tuvia was walking his limits, caged in.
We are beginning to talk seriously about a warm vacation spot with a beach and a return to shorts and sandals.
Yes, it’s February!