Now the first of December was covered with snow
and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting,
with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
I was five years old when that song was released, and my mother bought the album.
So, yes, we're warm and safe and sound and ensconced in the marvelous cabin. I was asleep last night one thirty or so; almost unheard of. I slept something like nine hours. After giving myself a much needed rest today, tomorrow I'll be hitting the words extra hard.