Winter's Hibernation

I am sitting here this morning in the coolness.  It's the first day of autumn that I cannot do my quiet time outside.  Oh - I could bundle up with gloves and long-johns added to my robe and blanket which is good for thinking and praying but not for journaling and typing.  Instead I am in the middle place.  Once the radiators are on I will wedge my feet between the grates and find a home there for the winter.  But in this middle place I have crawled back in bed.  I will not go out again until spring.  And I will be in America.