Saturday, November 15, 2008

My little house o' dreams, it lies

Gray roofed, white walled ‘neath Colorado skies.

It’s a grim, gray day with rain spitting down and wind blustering through the shriveled oak trees. Just I and the cat are home, wondering what to do with ourselves.

But in the meantime, despite the gray outdoors, there is a glow inside because of this:

Our little house o'dreams