There’s a storm coming. The wind is howling around me on the Back Deck. The leaves of the neighbour’s tall trees are thrashing in the wind. It smells like rain, like it’s going to rain any second.
There’s no stars at all. The clouds are hanging really low. It’s dark on the horizon, but there’s this glow up in the clouds, maybe they are reflecting the lights from town. The wind just fell still, as I was posting, and now, the rain has started to fall very gently.
As always, I’m so glad I took this moment to myself to just sit here with me. It’s so precious.
— Catherine