November Wind

November Wind. November has till now been mild I had a window open suddenly a cold blast entered. I got up closed the window, which when a strong young seaman called a porthole. the top of the TV, which at the time, was showing a program The cold blast, unfamiliar with being indoors settled on of old people´s home and how badly they were treated; abandoned by a family for whom they had become a burden. I switched on the heating and cold air soon dissipated. Today I bought 100 kilo of smokeless wood, it was a heavy going pushing the trolley to the car, a young man took pity helped unload the load and put it in the trunk of my car. When I came home I sat down and cried a little, this is what It is coming to, 100 kilo is an obstacle and I have to buy more before winter is over. Freedom is the ability to move and be able to look after oneself; I fear for my future, sooner or later I will be a prisoner of old age, but I will not surrender yet.