#just a...feeling

I’m sitting in a room, reading a book.  Something well-worn, something loved; I’ve read it before.  

The light streaming in through the windows is crisp, and bright– winter light.  I’m curled up under a blanket, basking in it.  

There are birds chirping just outside, back and forth to each other in a language I recognize but don’t speak.  Somewhere in the house, there is music playing quietly that catches my ear.  It’s familiar, but the memory of it is just out of reach.