Excelsior

On days like this I like to settle in
With hot cocoa, a blanket, and a book;
To nestle far away from what I've been
On warmer days, when all was bustling,
Ensconced in the embrace of some small nook.
I like to hear the wind still whistling
Around me, merely heard but never felt;
To feel the warmth around me, certain that
No matter what, I'm safe. Oh, I have dealt
With many days of sorrow, wet and cold,
And wished myself inside a cozy flat,
With some half-steaming beverage to hold.
But now I venture forth into the damp
To seek your warmth under a cold streetlamp.