Someone chose this setting, built this house.
A hole was dug, a foundation poured.
Was there a great cheer the day the sill was nailed into place– the excitement of a whole new life just beginning or, perhaps just a grunt and the rubbing of tired, calloused hands?
No bitter wind will put out the fire in our snug, little house, will it?
The windows are the soul of a house.
*Sorry Wallace, I did it to you again.