Headed our Way
Saturday, September 6, 2008
There's a storm coming in—September's first, where I live. The skies are heavy, the trees still, the newspapers on the gray driveways hunkered down and bruised with anticipation.
I reconcile what I know is coming with all that actually (at this moment) is. This is a writer's work: smudging the present, hurrying the clock, running between the poles of knowing and not.
7 comments:
Send the storm our way when you're done with it!
Thanks for visiting my blog. BTW, I love the cover of house of Dance.
I am sooo jealous. I would LOVE for a big storm to blow through Santa Monica! Growing up in Texas, with its lightning storms, twisters, sudden cold fronts and a whole mess of other weather events, I came to love all kinds of weather. Here where I live, the weather has very little fluctuation. I got excited a while back because I thought we were going to have a cool storm...turns out the sky was dark from brushfire smoke. [sigh] Someday I will move back to a part of the country with four distinct seasons and real weather. Today, I will live vicariously through your beautiful photograph.
The storm is headed towards my area. too! Stay safe. Stay dry.
Storms, so unpredictable...changing directions at the last moment...those who anticpate great damage sigh a deep breath and a say a grateful prayer...those who do not anticipate great damage are caught off guard when the winds blow harder, the rain falls like a wild waterfall. Be safe dearest Beth...may the winds blow gently, the rains give much needed water and no more than that! Love you dear cousin!
Hello, PJ! Hello, Vivian! Hello, Libby! And hello Miss Anna L..... I do need weather, I understand. Right now I will send you the sound of this one—the percussives on the window panes the howl of wind through trees.
We still have power (for now). I'm trying to cook dinner while we do.
PJ, tell me where you live, I'll blow some of this toward you (the end of storm gentle pretty stuff only, I swear)
Send it on to Austin, TX! It's fall and time to plant some new deer-proof plants in the yard.
We attended a wedding in the middle of all the rain brought by this last tropical storm. The pounding of the rain on a chapel roof was an unexpected counterpoint to the depth of the words spoken by bride and groom. Thankfully the sky cleared for the evening's reception by Baltimore's Inner Harbor--and yes, as you said, Beth, shimmered . . .
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