Fire and reading. 

Belong together. 

With coffee and polar bear cub slippers.

And snow on the outside of the window and The Cat mjauing loudly while drowning in the snow. 

Because he was bad and ate from the kitchen counter. 

Bad Cat!

Out you go. 

Later Ill walk through the city streets. In the snow. Cus when its snowing they are empty. And then we can be the kings and queens of the road. While the cars are slippin and slidin.