Tuesday, June 21


Unsettled.  Decidedly.  That's how I feel.  Decidedly unsettled.  No, I can't pinpoint the reason.  This, in large part, explains the feeling. 


The summer is sweeping by with nary a spot of rain to be seen.  The world is on fire around us - north, south, west and probably east.  Plumes of smoke we can see from our own backyard, plumes which rise over South Mountain (oddly situated to the north of us, but whatever) and scatter in a much-too-orderly-to-be-just-clouds fashion. 

We really need some rain.

Perhaps that is the unsettled-ness.  By now we should have something other than wind.  But the wind keeps coming.  Blowing the trees til the branches snap.  Unseating shingles and slamming doors.  We've been lucky, only weeds blowing through our yard for now. 

Perhaps its not the rain, or lack thereof, but the wind, then.  Tossing us about like toys.  Pushing against everything with relentless hands til all I want to do is shut it off, shut off the noise of it and the almighty layers of dust that coat everything.  And I do mean everything.  I can't clean fast enough, so why even try. 

But the summer keeps rolling on.  Days into weeks into months and soon it will be over (again), fall biting at our heels already. 

Unsettled.  Decidedly.

1 comment:

Pam said...

I dislike wind. And I dislike unsettled feelings. I hope that you and your family will continue to be safe.