Whoa, we had some wild winds here. Yesterday afternoon I was stuck inside at a Christmas Around the World program that my daughter was a part of , stuffed inside with a lot of people . It was hot, and close and I ,like the little child that my insides will always be, could not sit still!

Well my daughter had already done her presentation , which she did very well by the way, short and sweet, not long and drawn out like some of the others, smile. Anyhow, I slipped outside and man, was there a change in the sky! How refreshing the cool mist and wind felt to my skin. For a long time I stood there just admiring the billowing clouds, and the swaying trees.

There was a bell ringer standing on a street corner just ring a ling a ling his bell, when suddenly on the other side of the street a drama was played out which the bell ringer remained totally unaware of .

Suddenly a shingle ripped free of a building, and a middle aged man in a base ball cap came out of the building to retrieve it. The shingle retriever's cap was blown off twice and he plucked it desperately back on his head as he leaned his body into the wind. It was amassing to me that the shingle retriever was getting full gust of the wind while the bell ringer seemed barely touched.

Then the episode for the shingle retriever got even worse as he struggled ,leaning sharply into the wind, he recovered the shingle and now had it braced before him, sorta like he was surfing a wave, when suddenly the shingle snapped into and both of his arms flew up into the air, each arm holding one half of the single. For a moment I half expected him to go flying up into the air with the halved shingles as his wings. He finally got himself up the steps and fought the wind to open the door. I looked back over to the bell ringer who was only a roads length away, but yet he was totally oblivious to the plight of the man across the road.

The drive home was exciting as every street light along Main street was out. When we arrived home the power was out and as I sat and listened to the wind I had allot of time to think .

It just seemed like there was some kind of message for me in this little drama .We are all in the same world some of us in practically the same spot, but our experiences of this world can be entirely different.

-- Anonymous, December 15, 2001

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Or that some spots are windier than others . . . . ;-)

-- Anonymous, December 15, 2001

Great story, Tren..........I know we suffer from the same dis-ease: knowing there is meaning in everything we experience, and always trying to decipher that meaning, and how we can apply it to our lives.

-- Anonymous, December 15, 2001

Joy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for understanding EM.

-- Anonymous, December 17, 2001

Sorry. I probably should not be snarky for awhile . . . . :-o

-- Anonymous, December 17, 2001

Loved the story Tren! The other day my red neck neighbor came by to chat but I had a hard time listening because there were about 20 quail scratching at the dirt and I would rather watch the birds!!! Neighbor didn't even notice the Quail. Couple a days later we were again talking on the road but he couldn't listen to me because he was watching a big buck and kept moaning he wished he had his rifle!! Different worlds huh??

Speaking of winds everyone should experience the winds in a pine forest. Sounds like a freight train and the tops of the trees swing and dance.... Beautiful!!! John Muir used to climb close to the top of a large pine just so he could get the experience....Love ya ...kirk

-- Anonymous, December 18, 2001

Well, this is either shallow, or else profound, I guess depending on where you're standing.

We had a really high wind go through the other week here too. It knocked down a 30' spruce that was on a strip of town land adjoining my aunt's property. It was hanging at a drunken angle over the power line, and the roots had been pretty well ripped across, so there was no saving it. The town crew came by and took it down and hauled it on off to the local brush dump.

I went out there with my saw a couple days later, and now I have a christmas tree.

-- Anonymous, December 19, 2001

Ah Julie that's so cool!

-- Anonymous, December 19, 2001