A Chilly Evening Perch

I slipped back inside through the door flap as the night grew quiet, wanting a cozy spot to rest my feet. By the low living room window, a cool draft was drifting across the polished wooden sill. I hopped onto a sturdy floor cushion and leaned gently against the cool windowpane. The glass felt almost like a clean sheet of polar ice against my back. Holding my York peppermint snug against my tummy, I watched the distant porch lights blink through the dark garden, feeling wonderfully peaceful and refreshed. #Chillin #Penguins