on a cold january morning a texan woke up to a cold, cold, grey day. it would have been the easiest thing to allow the desolate chill of the sky seep into her bones.
happily she woke up in the toasty warm bed that smelled ever so gently of spring flowers.
waking up, the single star of home greeted her from the wall and gorgeous smells of warmth and care wafted up from the kitchen.
texas in july could never feel so warm.
thank you, michael
life is good in your care.
written by a guest on january 14th, 2011