I'm sitting here on a brisk afternoon, watching the sky fade away and drinking a hot beverage.

It's the hot beverage that's most important - the brisk makes the house warmer by comparison and thus cozier, and the impending dusk makes the glow from lamplight that much cozier... but I had all that going on when I found myself craving the hot beverage.

It really doesn't matter what the beverage is. Mine is a fake-cappucino-from-a-can, but tea, cocoa, or coffee would work as well. It's the experience of curling my legs up under me, resting the mug on my stomach and wrapping both hands around it that brings the whole experience home.

Cozy, content, peaceful... one of those everything-is-right-with-the-world moments.

And it doesn't hurt that the mug is the one with pictures of my nephews.