Cozy

Jan 03

jazz.d5

Coziness, in my world, is a feeling earned. I cannot feel cozy until I've drained myself of energy. I cannot curl up by the fire and read a book until I feel content in the things I've accomplished that day. It is a moment I've stolen, a selfish moment made for me and only me, that allows me to bask in the thick comfortable silence that is, lately, rare to come by. Because in my normal hectic life, there are so many moments stolen from me. Pieces of myself are lost in the clutter and anxieties of my daily life. These moments of coziness are when I find those peices of myself again. I feel content, I feel warm, I feel happy. With a book in my lap, my tattered and frayed blanket warming me, and my mind finally quieted, I can breathe for the first time.

Posted: 01.03.23

Dec 30

opinion challenge: Cozy

wendell durham

cozy by the seasons

There truly is an inexplicable magic of coziness. The queerest symptom being the variation of what environment creates that sense of belonging and safety for different people. For me at least, I must have something to do. I must keep my busy hands working for my body to relax and feel the magic. I must also have earned it. I often find myself unable to fall into the clutches of coziness if I have not yet exerted myself, fed the animals, gone for a run, or any other physical activities worthy of rest. The final element that allows me to nest is fire. In the dead of summer, I cannot nest nor feel the coziness of my living room without the thought that as warm as it is inside, it is cold outside. The thought that it is my simple privilege to feel the warmth and comfort of a woodfire is the final element needed to throw myself into coziness

Posted: 12.30.22

Dec 15

essay challenge: Cozy

Crown

Cozy

When the first snow falls and covers the ground in a white blanket, it's the best time to sit in front of the wood stove with hot chocolate and a book after snowboarding. When I walk in the front door and remove my snow-soaked gear, I take my mug off the counter and walk to the living room where my dog is already lying down in front of the wood stove trying to absorb as much heat from the fire as he can.

I reach for my book before I sit down next to him, preparing to open it and begin reading. I sit next to my dog; he slightly and slowly moves closer to me trying to steal what little body heat I have for myself. As he creeps closer his head ends up on my lap because he knows full well that if he stays there on my lap and waits long enough, I’ll bring one hand down from my book to rub his head, only stopping to turn the page of my book.

Posted: 12.15.22

Oct 27

poetry challenge: Cozy

Nikolas.K

Cozy Winter

In the deep slumber of winter,

I am welcomed by the warmth of a fire.

The evening's snowfall,

Like a million tiny stars, each giving me little winks of glinter.

Just me, my dog, and the fire.

The house is so silent, no sound is present, not even of a distant choir.
And I begin to conspire,

While I lay here in the nest of my home, all cozied up, just like a mouse.

Listening to the winds of winter, while it rustles my house.

What more could be desired?

The warm, dancing orange hue seems to raise my spirit anew.

I find comfort here, confined in my home,

Nothing else is required.

Posted: 10.27.22

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