It is a day for being inside. The trees dance left and right, back and forth, but completely out of step with each other. The wind slams against the house like the waves at Sunset Beach on the North Shore. The snow flurries are erratic. Some flakes drive straight across the sky rushing, pushing to get to the ground. While other flakes sway and float, here and there, going no place in particular in no kind of hurry. I am grateful for the strong walls and solid windows that protect me, keeping me warm and cozy inside while looking out.