Arctic winds
are racking the body of Mother Earth here in the Northeast. After the rally of
the January thaw, and just when we thought, Yes,
we're going to survive winter after all, the death rattle begins and the
house shudders.
Outdoors, the wind sounds like a never-ending train roaring down invisible tracks a block or two away. The furnace fights the chill, turns on and off and on again, trying desperately to maintain a temperature, but the extremities of the house cool down nevertheless.
The house groans as we internal organisms snuggle deeper into rest, hiding under blankets and fleece to protect us from polar gusts.
Just 4 more days until the groundhog pronounces that winter is terminal.
Outdoors, the wind sounds like a never-ending train roaring down invisible tracks a block or two away. The furnace fights the chill, turns on and off and on again, trying desperately to maintain a temperature, but the extremities of the house cool down nevertheless.
The house groans as we internal organisms snuggle deeper into rest, hiding under blankets and fleece to protect us from polar gusts.
Just 4 more days until the groundhog pronounces that winter is terminal.
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