The Woolen Mitten

My boots were quite tired from running down the stone steps earlier. Climbing onto the low reading bench, I noticed a thick, cable-knit wool mitten resting beside an open notebook. I paused... checking the ribbed cuff before stepping forward. With patient care, I wiggled my feet and legs right into the brushed fleece interior. It wrapped around my waist like a snug sleeping bag. Leaning back against a dense linen cushion, I tucked my flipper sleeves close to my chest... letting the soft warmth soothe my tired legs while the quiet house settled for the night.