things that warm

Steam curling up from my afternoon cup of coffee, swirling into the air for a beautiful moment, and then disappearing.

Sitting on the floor cross-legged in front of my record player eating Chinese food and letting The Beatles serenade me.

A night cold enough for a fire.

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