It's Why We Invented Windows

We hosted Thanksgiving this year, which, with the sore absence of Andy, Wendy, & Co., amounted to a mere 30-odd bodies in the house. Thanksgiving morning, I was flapping out linens and scurrying around when a solitary glance out the window stopped me in my tracks.  Every so often, they come along.

 

I followed the birds to the tower 

 

 

 just so I could warm my hands in front of this.

With fire at my back, the short walk out of the field seemed sky-pale and dim,

 

and I followed my frosty footfalls back home where the bustle resumed as if there'd been no pause.