The house is cold tonight with a chill upon the rooms such as I have never felt before. It is as though somehow the walls were transparent and the cold air of night floods into the house. Air that has moved slowly across the last vestiges of snow that lies on the ground like molten, crystalline jewels melting under a dragons breath. Yet amid the lyrical rhymes the truth is that bones grow older and more they long to sit by the warm hearth and listen to melodious divas or explore words written or spoken. On such a night I think of you and miss your warmth and comfort and always your loving place at my side. I shall count every hour and every melting flake till you are by my side once again.