Saturday, January 2, 2010
Meanwhile, outside a winter storm turns the world a pure white; the house groans in its efforts to stay Earth- bound in the gusting winds; the woodstove crackles and thumps in the basement as it strains to keep the house and its inhabitants cozy; and I have stopped rushing to the window every time a snow plough passes and begun a knitting project. The lights flicker. Will the power last the night? At least we've had a hot soup to warm our bones. We know where the candles are. I will light one now to help you find your way.