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I saw one of the ghosts again tonight. They have been so very quiet. Maybe it is the coming
cold weather that makes them hide and creep around very carefully when we are home.
We have gotten quite used to them, really. We accept their presence the way
we accept change. The way we accept sleep and rainy Saturday evenings.
Tonight, the visit happened right before dinner time. She kept opening our cupboards.
I often wonder why they do these things, and why they sometimes choose not to.
I wonder if they can hear me when I say thank you when they turn on a light right as I am about to
or when I ask them to stop making so much noise
because I'm alone and get afraid. I wonder if they ever feel alone and get afraid too.
We have snow already, it comes in silent waves and then leaves in a hurry.
It seems like that is the way everything works this time of year. Nothing can
quite make up it's mind.
