My house is coming back under my hand. Clothes, washed and ironed, are hung in order in our closets. Sheets are piled up in crisp folds. Tables have been polished so that we may sit around them and laugh and eat a lot of the things that we particularly like. The web of the house is caught up here and there, reattached, realigned, loosened and straightened. My bedroom curtains, lightly starched, dance with light. The front porch is swept ready for the winter firewood."