Tangled deep within sheets, blankets, bodies warm in slumber. There are the usual noises, but then there comes that eerie sound outside, wind blowing snow against the house, creaking lumber, so singular and out of sorts, only those in the know understand the angled blow isn’t done in harm, with its raking pound, which imagination distorts and defeats.
dogs dream
wife snores
wide awake
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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