A long day’s end began with

a defiant wind; subtle at first,

steadily increasing. The wrath of

its swirling lay embedded within

layers of strength.

The air was uncertain; pulled from

its middle, expanding at the sides.

The sun was painted out.

Shutters rattled.  Garbage lids

became weapons.  Birds sought

refuge.  Leaves scattered along

with newspapers and stray hats.

Branches scratched windows.

Weather vanes snapped left and


Power beyond our knowledge

knocked at the door.


….and then, it stopped.

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