Comfort is

A few weeks ago, I experienced true relaxation. I had a massage. Somewhere between lying down on the massage table and sitting up, I lost the ability to speak. I hovered in the space between sleep and wakefulness. It was pure heaven. I had never had a massage before. The idea of someone else rubbing my back, kind of freaked me out. I did not want to get hurt by having a massage. I could not have been more wrong. Long after the massage was over, I continued to feel fabulous.

Comfort is a bite of warm apple pie hitting the back of your throat. The taste of cinnamon lingers on your taste buds for a moment. To me the smell of hot apple pie reminds me of my Grandma. Grandma’s apple pie was a warm and cozy Fall treat.