The wind is getting in but not out. we know this because we see the curtain rise we love our mismatched furniture we love our scraggly hair we love our couch with the cigarette burn in the second cushion from the right and our ever constant stream of dishes that we wash ourselves to make our room mate smile we love our valentine's day door hanger we love our nonfunctional bicycle we love our half eaten box of cookies and our overfull incense burner and making puns about our incense burner we love our phonebook that we found by the door today we love our friends we are joyful his day