Winds Blow

So I return to the keys, and I don't mean I'm playing piano.

It's been too long, I know, since I've written with anything like regularity. Maybe I'll fix that, maybe I'll fail, but there are more important things under foot than my love n' hate affair with the rambling word.

At the moment, anyway.

A married man now, as I feel compelled to note, sitting out a hurricane was a different style of adventure than it has been in the past. Less the lone sailor in a sea of wind and rain, or perhaps the boy who waits out the thunder living dangerously in his tree-top fort, I was more the man hunkered down behind a glass partition and doing all in his power to merely watch the danger pass him by from a safe distance.

Let there be no confusion; little in the actual details changed from previous times to this one, but having companionship as I did made it a distinctly different experience.

Katarina, it would seem, proved to be a more dangerous dame once for her second-in-line than she was for her first love... I have at least one friend on the now-battered coastline, and I wonder for the safety of he and his even as we speak. My home went without power for the majority of three days, while he may not pass through unscathed, and the disparity between these situations is not lost on me.

I can only wish him well.

That's all I have for now, but there's a chance that the bug has bitten me again... perhaps this place will see a quick dusting every day or more.

We'll see, right?