A comfortable winters armchair.

It's halfway through May already and although the nights are chilly the days are soft and warm and constantly inviting one to step outside the door and see what is going on in the world outside. The air feels like velvet on the skin almost as if one is wrapped in a weightless cloak that does not warm one up, but is there rather as a reminder that soon the time will be upon us to take out the winter warmers and snuggle down into the comfort of the old armchair.
It is past autumn time, but she seems to be hanging around almost as if she has not quite finished all her work for this year, or perhaps she is remaining to play with us as a naughty child that does not want to go to bed would do.
Why I ask are birds so alive in this weather? There is a constant chattering of reminders for me to scatter crumbs and treats out the front door for them and as they float down on pillows of soft air to have their meal there seems to be a laziness about them, a slowing down of the system so that they can almost melt into winter when she finally does arrive.
For myself, I love the feeling of coolness on my skin when I wake up in the middle of the night and stick an exploratory foot out from under the covers. I love the feeling of the cold air as it gently massages, bringing blood to the surface and reminding me that life is good whether or not you have a blanket over you.
That in the end brings me to my armchair, with is high back and wings to snuggle into, to copious cups of coffee, to marshmallows and to good books that have sat on the shelf all summer long patiently waiting for winter to arrive so that they can be dusted down and brought to life just by the turning of their pages.