The wind has been howling for hours. A few nights ago, when I was lying in bed before sleep, I heard the loudest winds I think I've ever heard.
It was like an angry child throwing things in a tantrum. The winds whipped around the corners and I could hear things being moved and tossed about.
It was a strange feeling, in bed with the pupsters, covered in quilts, listening. This house is cement, so it is strong. It has withstood Oklahoma winds since 1934. In some ways I wish I owned it.
The dogs were quiet and still, listening as I was. I could see their little faces looking a bit afraid in the shadows from the window. I told them everything was all right.
I feel safe inside, where it is warm, watching the debris and leaves scatter down the sidewalk. Knowing I only have to go out there today to drag the trash receptacle from the back to the front sidewalk.
On another note, do you know who this is?
It is me at 28. Seems a lifetime ago. The future was ripe with possibilities. When you are young, life lays ahead of you, a rug unfurled, and you just don't realize how much you should treasure the moments. Until you are young no more.