© Joan Currie

The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty,
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
Robert Bly – Ode to My Socks – translation of Pablo Neruda

I slipped on my cozy wool socks last night and slumbered under the warmth of my eiderdown comforter – absolute bliss!