We were so ecstatic waiting for the wind to wind its way through the trees-- there was an electricity in the air, a charged warning.
We sat on the porch guarded by oversized hoodies and a wooden awning-- smoked bowls and snickered at the squirrels dashing lightning speed from unsteady branches into hidden havens.
For hours we waited and watched lawn chairs, trashcans, and fields of leaves swirl up into the sky, finally earning a retreat into chaos. The newly boarded windows withstood the huffing and puffing of natureâ€™s big bad wolf-
he was not so ravenous this time. Not like Katrina or Andrew. Not enough to warrant a week of cancelled classes and hours of uninterrupted news coverage- how quickly we overreact to even the slightest threat of rain or snow.
This was nothing more than a PG rated epic but parents sheltered their children, covered their eyes and ears, rocked them to sleep as even picnic tables stood their ground.