And then there was nothing. It was as if a razor-sharp blade came whistling out of nowhere, leaving a sudden silence in its wake. The wind just ceased to be.
Never have my ears strained so hard to fill the void that slammed into place without warning. Before long a truck, emboldened by the break in weather, zoomed past the house with the usual rumble accompanying it. I let out the breath I hadn’t even been aware I was holding. My eardrums were still intact, and my heart sang with the hope of a beautiful fall day.
Ah creative license, what a sweet thing you are. The end of the storm was not quite so dramatic as all that, but it really was strange for the wind buzzing around the house to quiet down, and I decided to give voice to that brief tightening of the chest that happens when you unthinkingly make sure all the senses that had been assaulted for the past day are still working.
It did turn out to be a glorious day, and the sun shone with a ferocity I rarely remember. Maybe it was trying to make up for disappearing so completely this past week. Driving around revealed that the river was very close to overflowing the concrete barriers while a canal only a few blocks from our house had actually crested over its banks and flooded a street or two (which didn’t stop some children from gathering and frolicking in the water). We always forget how close we are to the river… so we’re glad the rain stopped when it did.
We saw an amazing sight too- a larger-than-normal hazy moon blushing a light, pretty red. We were even able to see craters and stuff; the magnification was a little startling. Sadly, our frantic driving around for a good spot to stop and take a picture was to no avail. We took a minute too long, which means the moon was visible for a total of a minute and a half.
You won this time little moon, but next time we will capture you on film... digital sensors… whatever.