At times I find nothing more satisfying than just sitting in my living room. My house feels like a living thing, never completely quiet, always filled with sound. The wind moves it, rattles the windows and once in a while makes the hardwood on the stairway creak. I just noticed that it is indeed getting dark earlier. The weather cycle over the course of a year is somehow slightly more noticable and definitively more pleasurable when observed from inside my home. Even at night, light seeps inside; I really enjoy the feeling of living alone.