Another Hygge party comes and goes. Our toes curl against the snow covered back patio as we talk about Covid and then, not Covid.
The fire embers glow distantly. We are so close and yet so far from the warmth. Next time, I think, next time we will build a fire in the center of us and then it won’t matter how many layers and blankets and toe warmers we add to our clothes.
The warm chocolate chip cookies at the start of the party froze to the plate by the end of the evening. Remaining sips of wine turned into red ice slushees.
But I laughed and I smiled more than I have in days.
Friends, new and old, willing to sit outside in 20 degrees and lower, are friends to treasure.
Embracing Next 