There’s a blizzard approaching outside.
To welcome this night of snow and
I’m putting on my Mama’s woolen socks and
the large keepsake sweater with the
hole over the elbow.
I light a few candles and turn up this sweet tune.
I pour myself a sweet tea bourbon,
nestle down into the blanket and
open the book.
It’s just me,
and the night.
on a lovely S date night.