Snug

We've been sleeping in the loft of John & Jeanette's house for the last few days. It's deliciously warm in the space, in contrast to the general chilliness of the world beyond its walls. Ascending the ladder to the embracing warmth of our quarters up above is a potent reminder of how words like snug and cosy don't have any real traction back in our usual Far Place, but become thrillingly concrete in our present context.