I wish you quietness, and the kind of rest that has you wake up feeling calm. And warm feet and glowing embers, and shortbread cookies or latkes and rosy cheeks or whatever sustains you. And tears if you need them, wet and cleansing.
These words render me mute by being all that matters.
And so I pass them on, and nod to you.
From Kate at sweet/salty. Beautiful.
As she alludes, there is nothing more to say (I think).