Curled up on the most comfortable couch surrounded by pillows, wearing lounge wear, skin clean and smooth and moisturized and hair clean and smelling of mint and flowers, I enjoy a coffee and treat as I sit in my favorite room of my house and take in a moment of quiet. Looking out the windows, powdery snow swirls and falls silently as a couple strolls on the trail behind the house. The sky to the southwest is an ombré ranging from the lightest dove grey to cantaloupe. The only sound I hear when I stop typing is the faint whisper from the furnace vent. Contentment.