With the old window closed as tight as it'll shut, the wind squirms inside, screaming through the gap. Frustrated it can't get in at the warm bodies inside. They huddle against its fury. Warm. Content. Bricks and mortar to guard them from the elements. Stories to pass the time and candle light to animate their words. Their joy bottled by their home, sealed by the wind.
Paddy Dobson
29th January 2022