I’m
getting the hang of weather here. Tuesday night a powerful cold front roared
in, bringing heavy rain. Its fierce wind blew all day Wednesday, nearly
knocking me off my feet. But sometime in the night the storm blew itself out.
By this
morning Nature’s tantrum was over and utter peace reigned. Water in the canals
was glassy, reflecting perfectly the objects above it, even the far-off gibbous
moon.
It is low
tide now and the bay’s mud flats are teeming with birds having breakfast. Many
gulls primarily, but also white ibis, blue herons, egrets and whimbrels.
This
weather reminds me of my Irish grandmother, who occasionally threw an all-day
fit of temper but woke the next morning sweet as pie.
Copyright
2013 by Shirley Domer
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