Thursday, December 1, 2011

on the wind.

The first thing I noticed about living in this house was the wind. At night, it sounded like the ocean. Which, at the time, was all I needed—living in a strange, curious house on the side of a mountain that sounded like it existed in the middle of a sea.

Fall and winter sometimes leave me with a wierd sense of disorientation, like wait don't go. Like just stop here for a second. But a good old-fashioned wind storm has this funny way of making me feel like there will always be unexpectedness just around the corner. 

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