A Chill forms

Jack Frost's first kiss upon my bust...

 Tonight's air chills and brings a shiver upon my spine, goosebumps upon my bust, & a cowering into the blankets and deep cups of cocoa. My nights tend to be uneventful as winter beckons my warm-blooded form. I adore the sights and feelings of the season but also find the nights disturb my freely dressed slumber.  

Some nights I may aid my first-person blight with the warmth of a second. Lustful hip motions bring quick work against the cold and steam to my breath. However, not all nights offer selfish pleasure as I lay alone in my cocoon of alternative down, wool, and cotton.

This night's 28 degrees of imperial measured temperature will be dealt with thru my prior mentioned method of metamorphosis, not into a butterfly but that of a burrito filled with my soft and furled body, akin to an inch-worm moving up against my pillows. Biding my time with YouTube videos containing bookbinding of the past & tiny home tours; With the hope of the heater's success to warm the house.

Even if I live within the South, winter finds its way to us and starts its cruel task of ending the final greens of plant life as it prepares to cover the landscape of ice and snow.

If I were living in a tropical region, part of me would still miss this first chill and the subsequent beauty of mother nature in her purest and vulnerable attire.