Monday, December 13, 2010

'Tis The Season

The roar of the wind sounds like a pounding surf.

Sometimes it sounds like a freight train, careening toward my bedroom window.

This wind does not feel like a tender friend. She shakes the house and brings arctic air for the hostess gift. She slams doors and stomps her feet. You might think I find her annoying, and I do. But deep down, I find her presence comforting. Just so long as she doesn't overstay her visit.

1 comment:

Chris said...

The wind has so much to say tonight that I can't sleep. She chatters and screams and moans and groans, what a drama queen! And the cold is outrageous, to whom can I complain? "They" intend to stay until the new year, bah humbug!