Hibernating

Autumn is wrapping up.  The sky is frosty blue and the sun rays bright, but strangely cold.  The days have become too short and evenings are slow, dark and heavy with sleepiness.  There's quietness before the merriness of Christmas.  There's a little break.  I find a cosy, tiny cave; pull the blankets over my head and warm my feet on a soft, woolly sheepskin.  Warm, glowing and hibernating.  A bear guards the entrance, keeping a watchful eye and letting me sleep for as long needed. Time to pause and just be for a bit.