Fifty-One

As I sit at the table, listening to the sound of the fan pumping warm air from the floor ducts into this voluminous room, I wonder whether it makes sense to have such tall ceilings in the winter. And I wonder if large swaths of glass make good sense in the winter, embracing the cold winter air as they do, inviting it in to cool my coffee. I understand the desire to have winter homes and summer homes. I wonder if it’s possible for them to occupy the same space, in the same place, with just some adjustments to the ceilings and the windows.