I awake in the darkness of the early morn to the clicking of icey talons on my bedroom window as some cold creature attempts to break through the glass.
I walk gingerly down darkened stairs to find the tapping has moved into the vents as the old furnace begins to rumble to warm life.
Later I am awakened by the news that a loved one faraway is sick.
Underneath the sill there is a small puddle of water. I turn up the thermostat and pray the cold is kept at bay.