Hang on to your hat

        

         There was a mighty storm.  The thunder rattled the windows and the wind - I thought the trees were going to snap right off.  I can’t even imagine where the birds find shelter in winds like this.  I guess they just wrap their little claws around a sturdy branch, close their eyes and hang on as long as they can.  How scared they have to be.  It must be like a tiny feather taking a direct hit from one of grandfather’s sneezes.

What I expected to find in the morning was debris everywhere, everything that wasn’t anchored down would now be someplace else, and water – there’d be small lakes along the sidewalk and a very squishy lawn.

What I discovered, however, was absolutely nothing.  There was no debris, no puddles and the trees looked as strong and sturdy as ever.  Apparently, while I was sleeping my mind had translated the sounds of my wife’s snoring into the sounds of a raging storm.  Funny how that works.  

I doubt I’ll say anything this morning.  Why spoil such a calm and peaceful day?