I stand on the porch while my dog checks out the yard. It’s chilly; there is a bit of rain, more dripping than falling.
The smell of wood smoke fills the air; it’s the first since cold weather ended last spring. It smells delicious.
The warmth of my home feels especially good when Galahad and I go back inside. There’s something about the change in temperature that makes things more enjoyable.
Now, I’m sitting on the couch. Music plays softly as I write.
My cat, Priscilla, is into the comfort of this evening, too: She is dozing on the cushion beside me.
I guess I would have to say that coziness is made from a mix of chilly and warm, pleasure, stillness and peace.