Last night was windy. Really windy. The kind of wind that waits until midnight to get going. The kind that lunges and howls and bangs and crashes. The kind that rattles the screen door like it's locked out and sets the cast iron chimes to clanging like a five alarm fire. The kind that gets the dogs in a frenzy. A frustrated wind that has nothing to grab onto as it whips through the bare trees and then tackles the white pines till they groan and crack. A wind that makes you feel like a kid in bed while there's a party going on... and then smirks at you from a distance in the completely still morning wondering why in the world you look like you haven't slept for days...
Sue/the view from great island