I hear night tapping on my window, wind in the branches.
I see one last curve of light on the western sky, touching the clouds with bit of silver.
I taste Turkish red lentil soup, toasted pitas, and homemade Concord Grape wine.
I smell the lingering scent of home cooking and roasted garlic.
I feel relaxed and comfortable. Should we meet our friends to listen to a country band? Or get into pajamas and fall asleep early?
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you all the comforts of home.