GALES OF OCTOBER

Sometimes in the winter when I am done with chores for the day and curled into a corner of the couch with a good book and a warm blanket, the wind coming out of the frozen land of Northern Canada will whistle around the corners of the cottage. The wind outside today does not whistle. This is a huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down, wind that is howling outside.

I returned to the cottage at 5am this morning after taking our Son to the airport in Grand Rapids. I parked in our parking lot because of a large tree that shades our driveway which I don't want to be blown down on the van. We do not have a garage. As I started down the hill to the cottage, I walked into a solid wall of air. I was walking, but I wasn't going anywhere as the wind was pushing at me harder than I was walking.