Fill power is a measure of the loft or “fluffiness” of a down product that is loosely related to the insulating value of the down. The higher the fill power, the more air a certain weight of the down can trap, and thus the more insulating ability the down will have. Fill power ranges from about 300 (in³/oz) for feathers to around 900 (in³/oz) for the highest quality goose down. from Wikipedia
I received a wonderful, dare I say sensual, down comforter for Christmas this year. It has a 950 fill power and weighs less than two pounds. It is meant for fall and spring camping but since my house is quite cold at night, I couldn’t resist using it for sleeping in my bed as well.
Unlike my old comforter that was heavy, rough and prickly from duck feather barbs protruding through the cotton covering, this quilt is light, soft and smooth. I love being enveloped by the luxury of its airiness and warmth.
I began to compare this feeling of the new comforter to being around certain types of people: Some individuals are light, optimistic and well, happy – I might want to hug them, to envelop myself in their positivity, to be in their orb, while others are dark, pessimistic and irritable – like the prickly duck feathers, I want to give them distance. In the New Year, I seek to spend my time with the lighter and more positive fowls.
She wasn’t exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. All she knew for sure was that right here and now, she was falling hard and she could only pray that he was feeling the same way.
from Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks
Is the love that takes your breath away too painful to bear?
What though the radiancewhich was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass,of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind… from Ode: Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth
Still searching for strength in the ruins of what was a beautiful life – rest in peace.
And her lips opened amorously, and said- I wist not what, saving one word – Delight. And all her face was honey to my mouth, And all her body pasture to mine eyes; from Love and Sleep by Charles Swinburne