A week of cold and a deepening appreciation of shelter. The phrase a roof over your head takes on meaning in sub-zero weather. These days I am grateful to be warm, even in four layers indoors, to have a fireplace, a stash of dry firewood, a reliable furnace, a car that starts, and the pleasures of snow dreams. Last night I met a new family. I wish I could recall the interior of their living room which had a lot of antique paisley drapes. Their son had introduced me to them. I had met him at a party. The rest is vapor. I woke up having enjoyed my dream visit to a warmer clime. In this frigid time the nights hold magic.