Wind

Days of eiderdown clouds packed into the hollow of the lake, soaking up fish and hydrofoil to shower down upon us. Is this a fish Ferris Wheel: up, down, up, down? Do they swim in line to ride?

"'Tis an ill wind that blows nobody any good." The wind blows here at gusts up to 50 mph. It was to end at 5:30 a.m., but the wind didn't get word. Last year we lost power for up to a week because of winds nearly twice as strong. This wind seems so kind in comparison. It spurred me to chop and haul wood and check the flashlight and lantern batteries, to think about what we need to prepare for the winter winds. This wind jostles hills of leaves to the ground and little boys to kick through them. Forces of nature. Forces of jubilation. Guess this wind isn't ill.