[Crayz]: 780.Sounds Perfect

Below freezing,
Too cold to take a step out
No snow to deny the boredom,
Everyones gone, no where to go,
But by the warm hands of the fire

Later, thirst comes to play
Eagerly waiting for water to boil
Mixes are ready, patience is given.
Done - I take a minute sip,
And whisper beneath my breath:
"Sounds Perfect"