12 String Dreams Journal
So much to remember so little time. I keep meaning to pick
up a daily planner but I always seem to forget. I'll do it
It cooled off a little then got down right cold. The wind
beat relentlessly on the door awaiting an answer. I sat
half hidden beneath the blankets.
The knocking continued on into the early morning hours. The
pounding followed me through most of the next day. For a
week now, the echos continue their rhythmic tapping.
An occasional pause now and then to disrupt the serenity or
the security. Then a sudden intro to a continuing song.
It was actually an amazing little storm. Unlike any other
I've ever seen. It blew in beneath a clear blue sky, killed
the sun and hobbled the night. It's gale force winds strip
the already bare trees and it's rain soaked the newly
fallen leaves. As quickly as it came, it past. As fast as
the clouds appeared, they disappeared. All of this occurred
with no intervention from me.
I sat back and watched unable to see. I listened unable to
hear. I absorbed unable to understand.
The aftershocks continued.