I am alone in a home overlooking a lake on a late winter day

 

 

I am alone in a home overlooking a lake on a late winter day. Huge glass windows cover the walls. The leaves on the trees outside are deep red and orange and are rustling in the wind. There are dark clouds rolling in and rumbles of thunder in the distance. The fireplace is lit and the wood is crackling. My tea is brewing, filling the room with an aroma of sweet spices. I have a book in my hand. This is my happy place.