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Looking at this called up a memory:
bread baking in the oven,
irresistibly delicious aroma
windows steamed up
warm, safe, loved--
growing up in St. Louis
And outside those steamed up windows I also remember this (as described in a favorite poem by Christina Rosetti)
"In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind did moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long, long ago."
That "snow on snow, snow on snow" seem particularly apposite this January. For all of you up north having a terrible January: stay warm and safe.