Stare outside the window
In the cozy small room
With the heat dispersing all around
Keeping me from freezing.

Window gets encased in white
Little specks clumping together
To create mountains
That get higher as falls more.

Book in hand
As my eyes travel between
Of a place in another time
And the window here.

Mug on the desk
With brown liquid
Protruding wisps of steam
Leaving a ring on the desk.

Nothing else matters
As peacefulness fills me
At the quiet day
Of watching more mountains being created.