Friday, November 04, 2005

Okay, it's letting up...

..and I was swept out into a stormy day, blown down the hill to the lake. There were white caps on the little lake, the wind making its surface rough and jagged glassy gray slag. A couple of dedicated fishermen had lines in where the wave sets were slamming into the shoreline. I wondered if they thought fish would be swept into their area; not so very far past them, I spotted a great blue heron lurking under a stand of willows, evidently using the same strategem.
My mother made it through an 8 block walk. It grew windier, colder, and we faced the fact that she needs to get out her winter coat and scarf.

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