windstorm

I woke up last night at 3:30 in the morning with the room cold and wind gusting in through the cracked window above the bed. The buffeting of the wind on the open window was joined by a different sound, the hiss and whoosh of the wind through the giant evergreen across the street. The fall is definitely here, and with it the wind. At times like these, lying in bed with no sound outside but pounding wind, it feels as though I am on the edge of the world. With no other sounds but the storm, I might as well be in a tiny cabin in the West Fjords, far far from the nearest town.

When the alarm went off this morning, the sky was sunny and clear and the wind was gone, left behind under the curtain of the night.