Snoozing in front of the wood burner, dreaming of Spring.
Or should we turn on the telly? Where's the remote?
Oh never mind, let's snuggle up and snooze the afternoon away.
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? P.B. Shelley