Weather it
2005 01 14
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Even when it isn't cold, the wind, when howling through loose windows, always sounds cold. It reminds me of what desolation might feel like - like the sound of the loon's call. Sometimes it's somewhat nice, because it reminds me that I'm tucked up inside in a snug place, with tea, and snacks, and television to keep me company. Sometimes it makes for a lonely feeling, but not today.