Friday, September 5, 2008


I love the weekends. I love waking up with out the loud beeping of my alarm clock. No reporting to a job, just doing my own thing.

Well this weekend I must share my time off with a little wind, and some rain. A little friend named Hanna. I must admit something. I like hurricanes. I know it sounds so wrong and mean of me. Let me explain.

First let me say, I never ever want harm to come upon anyone. I don't like for people to be forced out of their homes, or to have to go back to nothing at all.

I love the smell the storms bring, the leaves and limbs on the ground, the calm after the storm. I like the anticipation, and the preparation. I like tracking them and watching their chosen paths.

Of course, only in my perfect little world do these storms not bring pain, heartache, loss, and tragedy.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I know what you mean. I love a storm! The wild, randomness...
:) Just not the power outages and such. Although this time we were lucky and our power never went out!