Howling of a Cold, Windy Night

I lay in bed the other night, when the cold spell came through, and as I was snuggled into the blanket, I listened to the wind outside. It whined as it rounded the corner of the house. As I drifted off listening to the wind, I was taken back to my days of living in Ohio. We had lived just off Lake Erie for 6 years. Winters could be quite blustery. I remembered the way the winds would come off the lake, up the road and howl around my bedroom, which was a corner room. It could be loud, but I always found the sound comforting. Maybe it was the mixed sound of the wind with the clicking and tapping of the heaters. But the wind always meant really cold air that was crisp and clean. The morning would bring air that would nip at my cheeks and make the day smell clean and fresh. The wind would blow over the snow and make a lot of it smooth again, softening the edges of where footprints use to be. More than likely there would be a crunchy layer of ice that would sparkle and glitter in the morning sunlight. I loved those winter days. It seemed the winds of the night had blown away the dirt and troubles of life and brought a new day that was clean and fresh….. hope……. for a day that would be full of friends and laughter at school……………… Maybe the sound was comforting because I knew I lay in a cozy bed inside a very warm house. To this day I love the sound and often find myself playing that same sound on my sleep machine. When nights are chilly and a blanket required I switch from the ocean waves rain or babbling brook to the howling wind…………. a northern girl stuck in Florida