Windy

Today has been windy. I still hear it whirling around outside and I’m not anxious to go to bed with that sound, especially since Kris isn’t here to ensure I don’t notice it. I normally love it when the kids go to bed, but these nights without Kris make me miss their chatter once they are safely under the covers. The wind is much more fierce when I am the only one listening.

Still…the wind did bring a visitor today. Dressed in bright blue this gangly fellow sailed into the yard this afternoon and danced with the trees until each one quietly whispered they no longer needed a partner. Off he went to find adventure elsewhere, quite oblivious to everyone he left behind.

And now the boys are obediently quiet and here I am so proud of their behavior and yet wishing I had an excuse to run upstairs and bring one of them down to sit with me by the fire.

I am so glad I at least have these lovely flames to keep me company. The fire has been crackling angrily tonight. His conversation is comforting despite my lack of ability to understand whatever has him in a rage. It’s probably the fact that I often sit between him and the sweet vanilla scented candle on the coffee table. It’s quite possible that I am interrupting a romance in bloom here. They often flicker at one another and she seems to lean in his direction, probably attracted to his strong hickory scented warmth. I won’t tell them what is painfully obvious to everyone else…it would never work. She will lose her scent one day, and he will grow cold and disappear.