It is this time of year when our home becomes the epitome of its meaning, a place to feel safe, hibernate, rest, slow down (when possible) and just enjoy these days the sun often evades.
The ochre glow of this place of ours fills my soul and makes me truly thankful for what I have in my life.
Along with this thankfulness comes a tinge of melancholy, for another year coming to an end, time knows nothing of this, it just rolls on and with it we roll too.
My thoughts turn to the new year, and the process of life, which can be as rich or as insipid as we make it…we have to know what makes us happy, who makes us happy and fill our lives with it, with them…it’s too short for anything else.
Feeling philosophical today and writing along with writealm using yesterday’s prompt ‘ochre’.