Storm-play

I got a few things off my metaphorical desk today, but my mom pestered me too many times, which I wasn't able to brush aside very effectively. I was therefore delighted with the weather after dinner, which was blustery but not too damp, so I could go on a delicious walk in the storm, in the dark. That is, it was definitely raining, but not so much that I needed to keep my waterproof hood up, and definitely windy, and definitely dark. I most enjoyed looking straight up into the taller trees, oaks and conifers, their upper branches illuminated faintly by the streetlights and swaying in the wind. Most of the deciduous trees still have a goodly number of leaves, even the birches, although the sidewalks are well-blanketed too.

I wish that I had a rain porch, or better yet, one with an outdoor fireplace. I love that John Muir once enjoyed a great windstorm by lashing himself to a douglas-fir, high above the ground, swaying back and forth with the tree all through the night, but I would rather enjoy my own storms while remaining dry and cozy.