Ghosts in the Walls
And a Cold Wind Blowing..
It is late. I am soaked from the sauna and now sitting outside to cool down. I love this ritual of hot cold, hot cold. I am preparing for a frigid night inside our house. Our house is an old house — built in the early 1800s. 2024 ended with another death in the walls — in the heart of the house. The stench was so thick we opened all the windows on the second floor. The wind blows wildly, the coyote barks, the foxes howl.
Last night I may have heard a ghost working the old latch, sounding the unoileed hinges. For now, I sweat. Actually, now rereading, I feel a bit numb. It is below freezing out here.
Little Regrets Do the Haunting
I wake too early,
And the murmuring
takes advantage of the light
barely there.
29 August 2023
No. 62
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Happy new year Margaux
Oh the lovely, forever lingering smell of those that go between the walls to die. We too had a death in the walls of our "coat closest" which shares a wall with a bathroom, right at Christmas time. Nothing hastens the stinch and no amount of incense or other "air fresheners" covers it. Oh well, welcome to our life in the country, please come again.