Such a lovely word: Inside.
It’s where you yearn to be when it’s raining or snowing or just really cold outside.
The warmth of the lights from the windows through which can be seen all the happy friends and families gathered to decorate the tree and share in food and laughter.
Snug and safe against the world of dangers that lurk “out there.”
Heaven when you are cold.
Heaven when you are homeless.
Heaven when you are friendless.
Heaven when you are standing in the dark looking in.
Heaven when you are always outside.