Fall

So this weekend we had our first big storm. It said "Fall is on its way!" I chose to cover my ears and hide my head in the sand.

What a simply delightful summer this has been. Maybe it is because things are looking up for me or it could because I feel happier than I have in years. The days have been warm, sunny and full of lovely times. The kid and I have gotten along well and settled into our new life.

I think summer rewarded us this year. Finally it has let me catch a break, I have taken a breath, regrouped, and am now on my way.

The storm this weekend was a doozy. The wind howled and hit the house with a fury. The rains came down, sideways, and up from the ground all at once. Lightening lit up the sea and thunder shook the single panes of glass. As always, the house held its ground and at one time I'm pretty sure I heard it shout back with anger.

The dogs curled up by the fire and growled when the thunder attempted to enter the home. The lights flickered off and on but the candles provided all the light I needed. The bird chirped his displeasure of the whole fiasco until I covered him up for the night. Soon the sounds of the storm were even too much for me and I headed off to bed.

I had the fire going in the bedroom and the bed was filled with cushy, vintage linens. The four poster bed felt like a safe harbor and I was glad to snuggle down. The laptop was fully charged and ready for a night of tv viewing, with or without power. The lights were off and the fire light made shadows on the walls. The storm came in with more fury, I turned up the volume and adjusted the comforter higher around me. The house stood still but the wind came in through the windows with a slightly whining sound, just enough to make the candlelight flicker.

In a weird way, it was nice. So powerful. So mean and fearful. So very loud. I turned off the laptop and blew out the candle. Laid in the cushy, warm bed and listened to the storm. In the morning, gone. Blue skies and sun greeted me through the window. Almost like a fight. You think it will last forever, things will never go back the way they were. It does. The sun came through the window. The surfers were back out on the wild, wild waves. The wind had hidden away for the day and soft, fluffy clouds floated by.

So even though summer hasn't officially ended, I know it will, sooner than I would like and I am ok with that. Bring on the storms, I know I am more than capable of handling them. In fact, I like them.