Sentimental Journeys

It’s windy out tonight. The wind blows violently through the trees, through the closed windows, out through the closed chimney. The temperature is dropping rapidly. It was seventy degrees out this afternoon. It will be thirty in another hour. The heat still isn’t on here. Maybe it will clang to life later tonight as the temperature falls below freezing and wake me from anxious dreams. I’ll look around, confused, look out the window, watch the trees dance in the streetlights, and know winter has come. Bundled in comforters and blankets, I’ll wait for spring.

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