The rain falls thick and heavy, almost turning, teetering on the very edge of snowflakes. The windows are shut, the heater's on, hot soup ready to warm our bones and comfort our weary souls. The house feels like a refuge this weekend, a dark cave in which to huddle, bracing against the elements.
Jacob's lost in Minecraft; The girls do their nails with their mom. October takes on an air of November...
All grim and hushed and secluded.