Wednesday, October 29, 2008
There was snow this morning, and plenty of it, weighing down the few trees that still have leaves and the electric wires, and anyone who was trying to travel.
As I rekindled the fire in the woodstove, I tried to think of some good things about winter. Other than the pervasive and comforting heat of the woodstove, the only thoughts that came to mind were that there are no mosquitoes and as someone else someone once said "You don't have to run the water long befor it gets cold."
humid night, quiet dreaming of the winter's wood the curtains are still