Wintry moon tucked away behind
dark-browed, frowning clouds...

Snow, swirling in a bingo-ball array of phantasmal spirals and blown by a
northwest funnel of wind.

Stalactited icicles clustered in familial closeness distend from a gabled roof while a wisp of smoke heads up the chimney shaft to be dispersed in a million directions and losing forever the subtle after-scent of...popping corn, cologne, buttered rum and Bond Street...

...through frosted panes,

diffused contentment.

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