Small and bright

Sometimes we just need a little safe place to curl up in.  One that is dry and warm, and preferably with some warm or colored mood lighting.  Last night we turned on Christmas lights in our bedrooms and no ceiling lights.  It had the most softening effect.  When you walked in each room, it would take you by pleasant surprise and make you walk even softer in your plush socks on the carpet.  It made you want to slip onto the bed and breathe quietly and recall fond childlike wishes.

Weston's lower bunk is the best because his lights lace in and out of the slats above and make a candied canopy of warmth for 30 stuffies standing vigil for the 8 year old who loves softness.

Donovan's view has the star lamp and a red and green striped plush bodypillow, plus his favorite-never-let-it-go pink soft blanket beckoning him to come snuggle.

Sometimes I just love my little house.  When it's warm inside and full of my favorite colors, and white and sparkly cold outside, I just feel so giddy -- like a girl in a sleeping back kick-kick-kicking to get it warm and cozy with a happy little bum wiggle of "this little cocoon is mine - all mine and it is my second skin for the night and its soft flannel inside will keep my cozy.  Hee hee!"

My small modular home does that in a similar kind of way in the winter.

And colored lights can almost fill in for a glowing fire.

I can not imagine how LED inspired lights could evoke any sense of warmth for me.  I walk by a new house in my town that has opted for cost and energy efficient blueish light, and I furrow my brow in the darkness outside and sadly shake my head for them that they do not know the warm of turquoise red and gold brought about by good old fashioned energy consuming GE light.  A little sigh of from my biased spot out in the icy street under the stars and I scrunch my woolly mits deeper into my side pockets and watch my breath float in front of my for a moment like a spirit.  Because I know for me:

Small is good.

Small and warm is better.

Small warm and colored light is the best.

Like a furry baby bunny in a hole, I'm safe when I can sense the walls around me, and they are glowing with my favorite hues.