The window in the eyebrow dormer of the cottage was a dark eye peering from beneath a wind-sculptured layer of snow. The red paint on the window frame was flaking and sections of silver-gray cedar siding were curling away from the sheathing beneath. On the first floor, moonlight reflected dully in the smudged windows flanking the heavy front door. The narrow portico sheltering the entrance to the cottage listed to the left.
In contrast to the exterior disrepair, my flashlight revealed an inviting interior. I could imagine a time when a ship's captain sat pulled up to a sturdy oak table puffing on a pipe and studying charts by the light of an oil lamp.
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