Storm Ciara.
I can hear the gales outside. It’s just turned midnight and it feels as though the wind is trying to gain access to the house through the chimney.
I don’t know how that works. The fire isn’t on and the chimney breast rises up to it’s capped peak, but somehow it sounds like the wind is spinning around in there, a dark vortex of dust and ash. That comes over a little dramatic, I know.
I’m a little feverish. That can’t help.
It’s a perfect setting to begin an M.R James story, or one by that favourite of mine, Le Fanu, but I’m feeling weary and bunged up with this head cold. Not exactly conducive for an half hour’s reading.
No, I think I’ll go up. Even if the wind keeps me awake (my bedroom being up in the loft), bed is the best place for me.
Tomorrow I’ll get rid of this four day’s growth of stubble and step outside, blinking, into Ciara’s aftermath.
There is a poem in my second collection, called The Storm Moves Out, which was written in the wake of such a storm. I can’t recall now what that particular storm was called. I’m quite promiscuous like that-forget the last storm as soon as the next one comes along, for what is life but one long line of storms and sunshine?
I’ll take a walk around my town. Dawdle among the debris.
It may not produce a poem, but the fresh air will do me good.
Enjoy! I went for my normal morning walk and, surprisingly, there weren’t many people around.
Fevered Storms – Great title.
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Same here, streets were mostly empty. Always a positive-didn’t have to queue long at the local TescoExtra!
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Andy, We had a storm Friday. Much wind damage. Entire event was dramatic!
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I think the US does storms on a greater scale than we Brits.
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Storms are very inspiring, both in life and in nature. Would there be any good writing without storms?
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We need to be shook out of our lethargy sometimes, I think.
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I am sure you are right about that!
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Ciara certainly tore things up. When you made it out of doors did you find you had landed in Munchkin Land? I think the next storm might be called Dennis but don’t quote me.
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I’ve just seen this too late for the warning, and I can quote you!
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