I live at the top of the hill and have been hearing the sounds of cars sliding off the road. They fly by and then crunch, they hit the last few street signs still left from the last snow storm we had. Actually, there are very few cars going by – it seems that most people are tucked safely in their warm homes, reading their Washington Post. Saw the funny headline found by T19: “HOUSE HEARING ON ‘WARMING OF THE PLANET’ CANCELED AFTER ICE STORM HEARING NOTICE.” There goes a plow and a truck filled with salt. The wind is picking up, howling around the windows and I can see the ice laden branches of the trees bouncing and waving at the silly cars flying by. But the cat is sleeping on my feet and the kettle is on for tea. And we know where the candles are.