Clearing Skies.

We hurry home from school these days, not much in the mood for walks or wind or much else. Quick! in the door and light the fire and let our bodies grow accustomed to the dying light, and the rising wind and the looming winter. The sea is louder these nights, and I think of that brilliant line by Ted Hughes: "This house has been far out at sea all night". In the morning, I wonder where we are waking up.