Storms and Darkness

Pin It The wind is angry tonight.

I first felt it as I exited my car earlier this evening and felt myself buffeted by its dominating force—I moved to my house, pushed and pulled in every direction.

The storm twisted and coiled, howling relentlessly like a moan from the undead—and still is, hours later into the dark night. It’s strange…the force with which it presses against these four walls makes the outside night seem more ominous, more strange, more lonely.

I gazed out the window to see the skeletal arms of the trees whipped about, I watched silently as their aged silhouettes groaned in the darkness—branches torn asunder and swept away into the gaping maw of shadow.

Like a night similar to this not so long ago, but not near so menacing and sinister, I move to my warm bed and an audio rendition of a favorite book to lull me to a restful sleep.

However, the incessant cry of the wind as it rolls about is a subtle reminder that the darkness beyond these walls is still there, always waiting. The words which tumble about the room, caught in tides and eddies of thought need to be caught, penned down...

and so I did.