outside the wind howls
rain rattles against the glass
inside we are snug, wrapped
in memories of summer, and warm blankets
this is a place of trees and sky
where the soul shakes off its city fetters
where the wind beats the timbers
till something deep inside vibrates
and the small tender core of our being
wakes, casts off its creaking armour
dances wild and free across the floor
howls happy at the moon
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