Sunday, November 24, 2013

Howling wind

The wind is howling. Literally.

Usually I can hear the wind blow, but right now it is howling. It's the middle of the afternoon, but I feel like the sound belongs to darkness. I don't think I've ever heard it sound just quite like this. It's almost moaning.

Maybe it's those mystery books of my son's that I'm reading that lean toward science fiction. It's good there's only two and I'm almost halfway through the second. I like them, except for the sci-fi part of them. Well written and captivating. 

Ah, there, now the furnace is blowing and I can't hear the wind, which, like The Invisible Detective, can't be seen... only heard.