A Cold Rainy Morning

I gazed through the rain-streaked window at the pale gray sky shedding a steady cold steam of water into the big dark outline of the oak tree as the breeze shuffled and lifted stiffly the dead leaves of last summer and for the ten thousandth time thought how grateful I am to have a good roof over my head and a warm bed wrapped around me.

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