Winter House

The wind is a lot happier these days, now that it has all the leaves to play with. No longer are they plastered to the streets, damp and dull, stuck to the ground from all the rain. I'm going to build a fire. I'm going to sit by it. "This is the first song you ever sent me." And don't I know it. Are you more honest when it's this cold outside? And you stop shivering. We can see the city lights from here, ten minutes outside of town. "I don't know anyone here."