I just snapped the last of our storm windows in place up stairs.. Each is a giant 4 foot by 6 foot plate of glass in a metal frame. They get held on by spring loaded clips. As each one goes up. a little less air and a little less noise come in to our leaky house.. byt the last window, our house is transformed.. the train that thuners by in the summer is a muted rumble.. the slosh of car wheels out on the snowy road become the sounds of waves on a beach. The smokey outside smells give way to equally smokey but more human smells from inside the house.  We’re closed in to our den like some creaturreally feels like hibernation now that the time has changed . It’s pitch black by 5:30 when I headed for home.. The roads were covered with slush.. I found myself thinking of warm and sunny places.   by 9 oclock we are all yawning and ready to go to sleep..

I think i will….
nite all… nite sam
-me