The Padded Cell

Not just yet, but soon, we will flee the cocooning sanctity of our winter room. It never looks better than at night, as it was designed for evening use. The main fireplace is here. The television. There is a pass through window to the kitchen. We spend many dark hours cloistered away here reading, visiting, blogging, eating, peering into the animated electronic window to the surreal as it flickers past on the screen while a flickering fire answers from the other side. We are flanked by both the primitive and the progressive.

The space is simultaneously stimulating and restful. Books and magazines pile up no matter how we may relegate them elsewhere. And as I survey the contents of our haven the words "padded cell" come to me, and I laugh inwardly at the analogy. It many ways it does serve as soft insulation from the maddening planet. . . .

My calendar says there's one more week until daylight savings begins. Here's to springing forward from the final week of winter darkness into March madness!

 Hope it's good!

Jacqueline

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