November something 2013 Friday morning 1:30am I feel like Im a flea clinging to the side of Labradors leg as it tries to shake water off itself. Or a drunken pirate who climbed to the top of a mast and is yelling into the dark abyss of ocean swells in a rainstorm. But suddenly its tranquil. Though I can hear them coming up over the hill again. Measly gusts of wind, maybe 45 miles an hour, that threaten to snap my tent poles and turn me into one eyed Willy while the oak trees frown down at me holding with all the strength they can muster against their oversized branches that are swaying about in the dark. Then I get an eerie sensation as the thought of Typhoins crosses my mind. But this is no Island. And I can see Mother Nature and God duking it out up over yonder. So I realize how pathetic I am. Because a typhoon would send me up into the sky like Marys umbrella. All Im up against in these very moments is noise because Im a light sleeper. Yawn. And I have to wake up in four hours.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 10:24:09 +0000
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