A night like this urges a low voice with close company around the fireside, the doors being secured from what lies without. In fact, I fear saying much here where the wind cannot reach but most anyone can read. The danger is the lack of volume control when writing on these walls of Rome. Dark days of January and darker specters of events are howling for these hushed words in drinks with trusted souls for outside is smoke and snow. Something is amiss or rather coming amiss, but it is certainly not yet the time for shouting. In short, the early days of January seem less a beginning and more a reality of the end having come and gone. It is the first month after the end.
Behind Closed Doors
Roeland Park, KS