Calm Before the Storm

Note: I wrote this post on my iPhone while evacuated at the cabin but could not post it due to lack of internet access.


Sitting in a cabin 4 miles off the blacktop. A nice meal. A bottle of wine. K is knitting. I’m a rocking chair. I’ve been playing guitar as the last traces of light fade and light blue dissolves into black.

A perfect evening when we can forget Gustav churning I’m the gulf. Each new breeze that moves the tops of the trees is first appreciated and them eyed suspiciously. Is that the outer edge of the outermost bands? Is it wrong to appreciate it’s cooling gift on a summer night?

Tomorrow morning should be ok. But as the day wears on we will feel the reach of Gustav.

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