The tall grass, reeds and palm fronds are whipping about,
and the sky is darker than ever. Seems
another adventure is headed onshore.
Inside, here on my desk, the winds are calm and nothing is
causing my gin to slosh from its glass.
I much prefer the inside.
45 mile per hour acorns are pelting the siding and
roof. I dare not step out now.
I will be content to type upon this page until inspiration strikes,
perhaps sounding much like the acorn.
Hopefully I will be able to distinguish the difference in sound.
We’re just waiting…
It could happen at any time.
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