Winter Sheets

Outside the wind screams and moans. The snow on the ground joins forces with the snow in the air, taking flight across the frozen landscape until, out of breath, it falls in piles on the leeward side of some barn or berm or wall, resting there, awaiting the next gust to shape it. Inside we pull the covers closer, thankful for winter sheets. Warm, soft, fuzzy and comforting. Not the cool, cold, slippery sheets of summer. Winter sheets.