Miss Winter is nearly upon us. I can feel her breath on my face as I leave in the early morning. and I can feel her icy wind at my back as I return in the night. but right now, I sit with a cup of almond milk tea and smell smoke from the wood-burning stove a floor below me. lovely. So, miss winter, come as you like in all your icy, wintry blasts but i´ll be here, cozy and warm until the morning, when next I leave and the night, when I once again, come back.