Old Friends

The wind has been howling around here the last few days. It’s the kind of wind that’s looking for a way into the house. Or pushes your moving car into the other lane. It makes things rattle and shake and somehow, in a few hours, managed to produce sun, rain, sleet, snow, thunder and lightning, and a tornado warning, with temperatures bobbing and weaving like vintage Ali on the ropes. Even my dog wanted nothing to do with it. When I let him scamper out the back door he shit on the deck and came right back inside. Somebody seems to be mad at us.