that winter morning (1)

One winter morning long ago, four year old days of my life i found myself standing before a fireplace,

warming my hands over a heap of glowing coals ,listening to the soft whistling of the wind outside my house.

That very morning mother had scolded me telling me to keep still, not to make no noise.

And i was angry, bored and impatient. In the next room Bill lay ill under the day and night care of a nurse and i knew i would be punished if i disobeyed.

I walked about the room restlessly pulled back the long white curtains i had been forbidden to touch and looked yearningly out into the empty streets.....

I was dreaming of running and playing and shouting with friends.....

Stay tuned.!

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