I opened the windows and doors for the first time in weeks replacing the stale, humid air with a fresh, and unseasonably warm winter breeze. The copper wind chimes rang like distant church bells in what lingered of a fast moving storm. The gentle raindrops outside splat like drops of pudding on the wet grass. I lay in my warm bed, sandwiched between my corduroy comforter and a soft fleece blanket. On opposite corners of the room two tall Chinese lanterns stand like like glowing monuments enveloping me in warm yellow light. I didn't have anywhere I needed to be nor did I have anywhere in particular I wanted to go. Homemade lasagna anchored me exactly where I was and reminded me I didn't need to leave. Just sit here and listen.