Stepping to the side. Once more. Shut the doors. Close the windows. Batten down the hatches. In for another storm. Winds of change gather round. Graying skies darken with gloom...cold...bone chillingly cold. Snow is tucked away in the crevices of those shadows...those lines moving so slowly on the atmosphere....here. Aching with age...aging. Lines and wrinkles and crows feet; faces. Names and places. It all goes by so quickly. Tucked in and safe...safe inside the home of my soul...no need to escape. Time.