~hattifnatt

New storm now, just wind, but wind is enough.

Up in the loft again I can hear the wind screaming around the nooks and crannies of the roof outside, and my skin tingles from the recent hattifnatting outside.

This town doesn't have much going for it, but the weather really is fantastic. Standing by the edge of the house, smoking, for once in the lee of the house, amazed at the unusual calm, there is usually no leeside to anything in this town. It is the only place I have ever been where two people can walk towards eachother and both have the wind in their face. Always in your face, never at your back.

Toss the butt, step out from the wall, and look out across the water. the wind hits immediatley, knocking me back a step before I find the sweet spot to balance in. The one that will make me stagger again at the end of a gust. In an instant the direction can change, and my balance is off again, I can feel the tiny muscles in my toes trying to maintain equilibrium. Hold the cuffs of my sleeves open with my fingertips, letting the wind fill them, my shirt inflating like a parachute allowing me to lean even further into the wind. Turning my head slowly, this way and that, listening for the point when I am full on into the blast.

And so in again, to grab an armfull of sheets from the dryer, and take them to bed to roast in soft cotton while the storm rages on outside, battering my windows and ripping wisps of cloud across the moon.