November storms

Incomer Musings

By Louise Froggett

Well, folks, I think I’m going to need more towels. The old kind. You know the frayed, faded ones, perhaps with paint on them, or a piece missing for whatever reason. Those towels.

Wind and rain have been pounding the windows of my apartment for several hours and, now, water is bubbling beneath the window frames and finding a way in. Dead flies I had never noticed are floating in their own little icy lakes, swishing back and forth in the window track. And the wind is so strong, the water is creating little waves and “breaking” over the windowsill. Yup, more towels.

I love wind, with all its excitement. Trees whipping around, leaves swirling in eddies up the street, and seagulls screaming and crashing around in the sky. I love it all. But, sitting next to my sliding balcony door, watching the glass flex as the door shudders against the wind, well, maybe my love affair with wind has run its course. I’m actually nervous sitting here, wondering what I’d do if the glass cracked, then flew apart; what kind of mess I’d be dealing with.

So, it’s time to go find the bucket and wring out those towels. What a soggy mess; sopping towels and, now, pieces of dead flies all over the place. Maybe I’ll look in the other closet…there might be more towels in there.